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released February 19, 2016

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Track Name: Tonight's the Night
Oh she’s really hard to find
I guess it wasn’t meant to be
I’m calling on a fantasy
I guess it wasn’t meant to be
‘Cause love is really hard to find
I’m calling on a fantasy
I guess it wasn’t meant to be
I guess it wasn’t meant for me

It’s not that fantasy role-play
Live action non-satisfaction
Unless you’re out in the woods
I need a miracle fantasy
With this fiction addiction
My avatar’s getting played
I want points
Get this princess saved
I need a date

Tonight, tonight
Is the night, the night
We’re gonna, gonna
Get it on tonight
In spite, in flight
Gonna shed some light
‘Cause it’s dark outside
But inside it’s bright

You see, I see
But we’re out of sight
So clearly we’re it
Connection is tight
At one with the room
Big bangs tonight
Levitate, rotate
Dissipate the light

Chorus

Know when I'm coming with the soft touch
Kitty Cottonelle with no fuss
No strings attached and need to rush
Give you what you want but it ain't enough
We ain't no comic strip
But we marvelous
Time to give you something
That reminds you of
Good times to bad times
The ones where we shined
Can't roll the clock back
But tonight you’re mine

I went to the store
But I can’t take it no more
My mom said, “Lower your standards”
Forget the ten
You need a four
It’s not models I want
Who says that models are hot
Well, I hear they dress well
Smell nice and talk good

Chorus

In this online world I tried it all
Tinder, Grinder – nope
Even Christian Mingle – nope
Party lines with married moms
Working out with Goldie Hawn
Coffee shops and speed dates
With hot older ladies
But I can’t find me the one
It’s just
Misunderstood
And plus-sized
I could love it all
It’s up in the air like bad hair
But I don’t really care

Nope, I don’t care
Won’t stare
Looking people up
Like a phone book at the book fair
True player
Eatin donair debonair
How he dare
His hair is mohawked
His V-neck is mohair


I need some loving
Something special tonight
I need some loving
Something special for life

You know that we be coming
When the sun be rolling out
Lay it on thick
When I slang with my mouth

Like it when I lick it
Know you like it
When I piggyback
Time lay low
Kick back and chit-chat

Chorus

Tonight’s the night
Tonight, tonight
Track Name: My Dance Floor
I see you dancing
Why are you dancing?
Get off my dance floor
Get off my dance floor

Who the hell you think you is
Got your nose into my biz
This is my dance floor
So tell me why I should let you in
It's nothing personal
No I ain't no asshole
It's my time and my trip
I'm the master of this spaceship

So get on or get off
It's on my own shit that I'm gettin’ off
Catch my vibe and catch my flow
Take a ride on my ego
I'm riding high, homie
It's ride and die, homie
If you feeling something stumpin’
It's ‘cause I’ve got these buttons bumping

Chorus

Slow motion
Strobe light all night
Seizure and freaking out
Get off my dance floor
I’m solo diablo
When I’m losing control
So get on or get off
My bubble’s bursting your bubble
This is the new type of trouble
My dance floor

My dance floor, my domain
Ain't no shame in having game
This my territory
Hooking up with Beth and Laurie
This is the real thang
The hit-and-switchin’ game
Know my name
And know my show
Never see my ass on the radio

Take a listen to just what I say
You wanna go dance on the floor, okay
Everyone is feeling fine
Dance on the floor or ya dance in line
Hold up
It’s packed in here
Too many ladies sipping beer
Oh no, it’s shot time
Give me my shoes this is my time
I see the dance floor
I’m so ready you can’t ignore
I got my moves, I got my shoes
I got my outfit
This is my world like
Dancing is living
And living isn’t enough
‘Cause it’s my dance floor tonight

Chorus
Track Name: Sweater Weather
It’s kind of cold
Sweater weather old
New vintage original
Blue pink reversible
Ultra puff
Jane Austin novelty
Cold as ice can’t you see?
Warming up the room with a smile-like hi!
I know your name
Ice queen on the scene
Wanna take a ride on my bike for some ice cream?
Sweater weather, man, ‘cause you’re making me sweat
I say I wanna buy you dinner
Not increase my debt

But your parents they love me
Thank God her parents they love me

Yup
I must admit I ain't your typical
Walk in park
Girl next door
Easy stroll when I rock and roll
Living freaky deaky daily shady
Yet insightful episodes
But it's all good
Why?
‘Cause your parents they love me

Your parents they love me
‘Cause your parents they love me
Sweater weather cold
So sweater weather old
Parents they love me
‘Cause your parents they love me
Your parents they love me
‘Cause your parents they love me

Things aren't going that good, good, good
Between me and you
But it's all good like I knew it would
‘Cause good times is a déjà vu
Can't wait to get to your mamma's house
Home cookin’ fed into my mouth

Ya winter is coming so’s climate change
I’m gonna change for you
Not really but recently
Read a book on some therapy
And you should read it too
And pick up a thing or everything
You high maintenance demi-god
Could give a shit on my regard
Ya, I take the trash out
Clean the dishes
Pass out
“Make love” not my words
But we could have sex
Sweater weather fur coat
Toque on, pompom
I’ma put it on like the hook
In the song

Chorus

I walk in with some flowers
For that Sunday brunch
Your momma got the hots for me
Yup that's my hunch
I be toastin’ eggnog
And I be cuttin’ that turkey
Holy shit, goddamn
Babe, your dad’s gettin’ flirty

Chorus
Track Name: Living a Dream
I'm dreaming
I'm floatin’
I made it up
And I'm open
For everything
Like makeup
Yup, I take it up
And then I soak it in

Like romance
With the faux fur
When I wake up
I ain't sober
No I'm jacked up
As I pop up
And I'm a take it home
Like a chauffeur

The sky’s the limit
But the limit is low
You wanna go past the stars
Don’t wanna go live on Mars
I want an M-class planet with a spaceship
Like a Romulan
Ya, it’s my dream
So I can be that type of alien


I'm living in a spaceship
And my spaceship is my body
One thing I ain't doing
Is driving straight and steady
You used to see, but now you don't
Used to do it, but now I won't
Don't give a fuck if that what you want
‘Cause I’m blowing up a new front

Yeah
Fill in the blank
I’m gonna go rob me a bank
Get money illegal
But i don’t want a desert eagle
Make it click, click, jam
Oh shit
But on the other hand
Dreaming deceiving it's like a fantasy fake

Living a dream
Riding on her bike with a short skirt – What?
A short skirt – What?
A short skirt
Living a dream

Jump in front
When I step in the back
Yes I’m coming for you
When I come in effect
‘Cause I know what I want
And I know I got
All that I know
Is they’ll kill you for that
Wiggity wack
Wiggity wack
Got no time
But I feed your pets
Feed my mind
Or I’m a feed you lead
Teach me to fish or shoot instead
Which is right?
Which is wrong?
How ’bout you and me
Just get along
Break some bread
And the share zone
Ain’t no such thing as being alone

Catch and release
Like letting go the beast like
Life after death
Like taking every breath
For the minute nothing better
You can make it if you wanna
But the moral of the story
Is to live it for the moment
Like
I wanna dream
With tons of money
Alcohol
Secretary booty call
I wanna
Track Name: Speed up the Volume
Give me the speed
In my volume, baby

Speed up the volume

Speedin’ up the volume
Yeah, why?
‘Cause ain’t loud enough
Enough to get it on
Enough, enough
To get you off
‘Cause I’m wide-eyed
Tie-dyed
Yup, I like my colour’s soft
Art Basel bagels
Mounted in my Airbnb loft

After the fact and afterthought
Like that feeling my heart
Gimme the guide
Gimme the guide
Follow your nose
And feela the vibe

All around is butter, baby
All around is butter
It’s butter, baby
It’s butter, baby

Chorus

Come on mister music player
Speed up the noise
Don’t make it loud
Make it real
So we can run in the field
Or it’s all in our heads
But that’s fine, rewind
When we could play all the time

It’s the type of song
To speed you up when you’re down
Up!
Hate the song, but love the sound
All in all
It’s on the ground
Too underground?
No!
That’s too trendy fo’ sho’
It’s like a thousand ways to die
But I could cry when I smile
Smile, smile when I cry

Chorus

Whoa, slow motion
I’m confused
The commotion
It’s like yin is yang
And down is left
And up is on a honeymoon
This is for the girls
Who cry when they’re happy
And the guys
Who deal with it
Because they know
When they’re happy

Sappy happy
Dandy dread
Sights and sounds
Up in my head
Been bouncing
Back and forth
But that's no reason
To get real upset
Don’t know when I’m coming home
Square house
Geodesic dome
Don't have it to have it
My hammock is my type of throne

I try so hard to get by
I’m not depressed, I'm just high
But back to basics
Let’s face it
I wish that everyone made it
But it’s a pipe dream
To help your self-esteem cope
So just laugh, it’s a joke
I wanna puff on a smoke
And just…

Puff, puff on the magic dragon
You tough
What’s soft is hidden
Give it up to the women singing
“Hallelujah”
Yes, we’re winning!
You’re me
I’m you
Outside inside
Can’t hide
What I confide
Everything you need
For speed
Comes in an endless supply

Chorus

I want some more
Just give me more
Want some more
Of that volume, baby

Gimme some magic
I want some magic
Bring me the magic
So we can have it
Track Name: Busy
Man
I’m so busy I got shit to do
You wanna talk about what?
I got shit to do
I’m saying

Busy wizzy busy wizzai

I have no time for the present
‘Cause the future is now
I heard it last night on the news
So, guess what? It’s old news
I heard it on Twitter
Are people still using Twitter?
My paper commonly used
To start a fire in Bruges
I’m, like,
Man, this is already done
So have some fun
We can talk about what?
I mean talk about what?

Talk about million things
Million things to talk about
I want the specifics
About who broke up
Like
Who, what, when and where
And how?
TMZ gonna feed me now
Feed me news don't feed chow
Paparazzi on the prowl

I’m so busy I got shit to do
You wanna talk about what
I got shit to do
I’m saying

Busy wizzy busy wizzai
I’m saying
Busy wizzy busy wizzai

TMZ
I'm walking on the street
TMZ
This is what I had to eat
TMZ
This is with whom I sleep
TMZ
Who gives a flying ass
What?


I got time on my hands
Oh yes, I’m watching my watch
I multi-task
Movie, TV, opera
Plus, I got to eat
Write a song
Get a bong
Tell my plants to get along
This is all in a day
I can’t be bothered this way
I’m ADD
I’m obsessive
I need some downers
Or uppers
Or something stronger than news
‘Cause it’s been already used

Busy wizzy busy wizzai
I’m saying
Busy wizzy busy wizzai

Busy real bad
Like walk talk fast
Me and myself we be making laps
Don't know where
But I'm going real fast
Breathe real slow
As I rip this track
Won't look back
This ain't no front
What is real?
Was it a stunt?
Either way it's what they want
They picked your niche
And chose your font

I’m busy, busy
I’m busy wizzai

Photo, Photoshop
And show off my big butt
I’m losing it all
At least it says in the stall
That this rumour’s a tumour
But I’ll be passing the humour
So just laugh
‘Cause it’s already done
I need to run
I’ll be here when you need me
But not really at all
And I’ll be there when you need me
But not really at all
So just log on to my page
I’m like a bird in a cage

And just like
Like it all
And download
A free-for-all
Track Name: Happy Hustler
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Happy is the hustlin’ way
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Happy hustler
Gonna give it to y'all

Pimpings what he's giving
And his givings got give
His comings is acomin’
In the way he got to live
Knowin’ when he's gone
Knowin’ when he's gone wrong
Love what he give
With it he's got to get along
Handshake with a smile
Maw-fucker real
This ain't no fucking profile
Feeling what he doing
That why he do it, smile
Do it all the time
Do it all day
Everyday and feeling fine

Doing something right
Universe giving me signs
‘Cause I'm poppin’ on track
Yup, I’m poppin’ on that
Poppin’ on giving
Don't need to get it back
Love, love what I'm doing
And I'm doing what I love
And the only thing I'm doing
Is giving a bit of love
Make a bit of noise
With a silence from above
Trying to keep my hands clean
Shit fits me like a glove
So I’m doing this
Yup, keepin’ on
And doing this

Everyday is a hustle
Hustle and the bustle
This is what a hustler do

To bring it, to bring it
To bring it to you all
Happy hustler gonna give it to youall


Happy hustler, the life of a con man
Growing up in rural
The life of a French man
Salut! Ça va?
I wanna take it là-bas
So over there like this
Make the hits that miss the billboard
Off the charts
Plus, it says it in the fine print
For best results take a listen once a day
And if you feel better
You can take it all day
The best placebo
Is boosting up my ego
And if I got to smile, keep it for a while
Not much, so much
You got another one
Take a break and keep it moving on express line
I’m fine, I got a feeling all the time
Happiness, I mean a penis
And press like
Even though you don’t like
The accent’s so strong
I knew it all along
Calling it a stretch, call it Stretch Armstrong

Chorus
Track Name: Then Came the Music
I’ve got a lot to say
But music’s getting in the way

Man, every time you say it’s all about the music
Lyrics are a secondary process to the music
What makes a song good?
Drum rolls or bass lines?
Feeling like in space
Cloud nine on my face
Like
Snare on a tempo
So sentimental
Stand up for the right
To write a lyric, please
So important but really unimportant
Tell me what you got to do
To even write a song like

I don’t need another melody
I don’t need another bass line
All I need is some words you see
So how about you bring me some poetry

So then came the word
Yup, everybody heard
I'mma pump that shit out
With my fine French slurr

Brr, it's cold
Got's get me my fur
Gonna warm me up
Next to my fire

Words to the wise
Trying to get me higher
Put your name on a beat
Turns out you a liar

But it's all good
It's you I desire
Your PR game’s tight
Like a pair of pliers

One of a kind
But the loops they’re repetitive
This is why the story changes
This is why the song’s good
Thank you, producer man
To try to make me feel good
One of a kind
But my lyrics they’re repetitive
I need a feeling
Like I need another keyboard
Pieces to the puzzle
Making noise like a seagull
I get the feeling when your body starts to bobble-head
Whoop, there it was
Build it up and drop it down again

Chorus


Yup, I'm into that kick
Uppercut in my gut
I'm into that shit
‘Cause that shit lifts me up

I love the melody
The way it tickles my brain
Even if above
There's falling buckets of rain

No pain
Just frequencies of love
In my veins
No pain
Just feelings
Of us rising again

It’s the name of the game
Song and words
All the same
When you seperate the whole
That's when it gets kinda lame

Thank you for the hate mail in advance
From the rap scene
Beat makers hate this
This is why we made this
Listen to the story like a film
It’s all about the song
Both stories tell a side
But I can’t decide
What’s more important?
The lyrics or the music
Got to love them both
Or you kind of hate most
Of the industry, the music
All about the song
Can’t we all get along
And make them go
Merry go

Chorus
Track Name: Light the Sky
It’s gonna be a firefight
All night long
All night
All night long

This is gonna be a firefight
Light the sky another night
Stay inside with a candlelight
Light the sky another night
It’s gonna be a firefight
It’s gonna be a firefight
It’s gonna be a firefight
Light the sky another night

A bit of noise
Time to wake up to the lords
Info nympho
Time to let go
No doors
On the billboards
Just
Move forward
As I ignore

When I come up with the V-Line
Want to look up at the sealine
All I see is the cityscape escape
Dissipate new shape
As I give bait

All the time
As I feel fine
Let it shine
Light the sky
Like Firefly
Vocalize

Wide-eyed
Like a spy
In a bullfight
Shed light
Make peace
With my peace pipe

Nomad with my iPad
My bad
All good as it should
When it get good
Get mine
Get yours
As I get it on
All good it is my opinon

Chorus

Putting belief in the system of belief
Belief is a hell of a drug
Everybody who believes in something
Must believe in the fact of belief
This is why it’s believed
I believe

Don’t put trust in what you can’t believe
But you can’t claim fact on what your mind perceives
Fact-checker, but your facts are wrong
Wrong illusion, wrong conclusion
Take another look with a substitution
Chic dandy, Amazing Randy
Mind open, but prove it to me
I got a feeling that I can’t be wrong
Even though it’s based on an opinion
Based on book from another book
Take another look
From another book
Gas on the flame to fuel the fire
Who cares who’s wrong?
Got to spot the liar
I said it, so prove me wrong
Even though it’s only based on an opinion
On an opinion

Chorus
Track Name: Remodel (Mike Holmes)
Remodel it all
And back again
Remodel it all
And back again
Remodel and model
We’re going art nouveau
It’s changing all the time
Because it needs to go

Mirrors on walls
And portraits pimping a cause
Feng shui in living rooms
Or washrooms
Not hot to trot

Like reinventing the wheel
This is just how I feel
Like changing everything
Remodel and model
And back again

Outdoor shower, indoor bath
Heated floors, let me do math
Bath carpet made of mink
Can't put a price on my double sink

Double sink, new countertop
Once you start, you just can't stop
Less is more, X marks the spot
Yes, I know Scandinavian is hot

Chorus

I don't know where I'm going
I'm just trying to figure it out
Should I leave my cupboards woodgrain
Or paint them white?
Should I be using pastels or
Be painting stuff bright?
This project’s got me going crazy
Can someone shed me some light?

Light fixtures in my mind
Home and garden in my thoughts
Clip-on floors and butcher blocks
Terracota flowerpots
You need your backsplash kitchen tiles
Or else kitchen is wack
Checkerboard Parisien floors
If you’re into using black

Chorus

I’m out with the old
But I’m not in with the new
I wanna change my bathroom
‘Cause I’m sick of the view
I got a lamp on my patio
Alone in the back
I can’t decide if it’s purple
Or a new shade of black
Paint

So many whites to choose from
So many whites to choose from
Gonna make my mind
Everything gonna be fine
All I gotta do is pick one
Ain't no big deal
Like the mahogany feel
Melamine’s fake wood
But that shit feels real

Chorus

Tear it down
I’m rebulding a wall
With fresh paint
Tear it down
We could redo it all
With fresh paint

Refurbish, refinish
And flip it
All for a profit
‘Cause it’s the way of the now
I can’t remember the how
I wanna different life
But not a different life
It’s just new
Something better than old
Unless it’s nice

Victorian Gothic
Like Gotham City is boring
But we can save it with paint
It’s like the shrine of a saint
That’s just wrong

Mike Holmes !
Track Name: Cause I’m a Hoe
I don’t give a damn if everybody know
‘Cause I’m a hoe
This is why we try to get some mo’
‘Cause I’m a hoe
I really don’t mind if everybody know
‘Cause I’m a hoe
Know what I do and I do what I’m told
‘Cause I’m a hoe

If you ask me for some service for some money
You can ask my manager
And for sure he’ll take your money
Not a pimp but if you think about it
Same deal different product
Please give me the money
Selling out or buying in
‘Cause i’m a hoe

Busy bodies do Pilates
Keepin’ busy, always ready
Working hard
Straight and steady
Be efficient
But never lazy
Punch it in
Punch it out
I ain't here to bitch it out
Work it in
Work it out
I'm just here to prance about

Chorus

I’ll sell you product with a smile to boot
And all I ask in return is part of the loot
Living for the moment but the moment ain’t free
I’ll probably do it for a couple grand
And I mean three

‘Cause I’m a hoe

Comin’ I'm comin’
Coming home
Do my thang like doing this song
Hoping you might just sing along
Bring your crew or come alone

Best you know who you working for
In the shop or door-to-door
Behind the desk or mopping floors
Who's the man and the whore

Working to work it
Working hard
Dressing up in leotards
For the kids, so laugh it out
Put some words into my mouth

How 'bout you tell me what's it about
I ain't here to scream and shout
Uncle Sam gonna figure it out
Until then let's jam it out

Chorus

Honestly we’re honest enough to tell the truth
Like stay away from politics
But vote for me
I wanna buy my kids some toys
But that shit ain’t free
And all I ask in return
Maybe, c’est la vie

Let's be real
Make a deal
Nine to five and feeling fine
Say ho ho
ho ho

You take yours
I take mine
Everybody feeling fine
Say ho ho
Ho ho

You got mine
And I got time
Yes, I know what's on your mind
I say ho ho
Ho ho

Ho’afied
Ho’afied
Everybody ho’afied
Say ho ho
Track Name: Solo Dance Party (feat. Leaf)
Everybody’s on the party tonight
I’m all alone and I feel all right
I got my strobe light and mini-bar
Disco ball, I’m satisfied
I’m doing my thing
Just doing my thing

It’s my solo dance party
My solo dance party
It’s my type of party
It’s my solo dance party

Pop some Champagne
With a glass for one
Actually no Champagne
Popcorn is on
I got so many DVDs
And some songs on MP3
Like it’s my private party
I got some photos on random
Streaming on TV
I’m happy
This is the best type of party
I can connect with World Wide Web
Or I can chat with a girl
Named Ted
It’s so obscure
Pedicure or manicure
‘Cause my dog died
But it’s okay
I kind of like it this way
I got some wine from a box
I’m trying to sort out my socks
My candlelight
Microwave
Film with Nicolas Cage
This is my party, party, solo party
Party, party tonight

Chorus

I'm doing my thang
Oh yes, I’m doing my thang
I got a dance-mix tape collection
In my Duo-Tang

I'm gettin’ crazy
Shit gets crazy tonight
I got some lazers in the basement
As I turn off the lights
So I'm having
A ménage à trois
With me, myself and I
Got the dance floor to myself
And it's cheaper to get high

I don't mind grinding
But I rather go all out
I'm gonna shake my booty big time
I'm gonna shake it all about

Chorus

Singing in the shower
And I'm singing in the car
Don't give a fuck who's looking
When I'm dancing in the bar

That's how I roll
Solo dolo
If you bring someone over
Don’t bother me a bit
Just let me do my own number

‘Cause I’m a loco
Hip control
Eyes closed
And indisposed
Fingers towards the sky
As I pump up and flow

It's my solo dance party and that's what I'm about
If you don't like what I'm doing
How 'bout you get the fuck out

Chorus

It’s my solo dance party
My solo dance party
Got the dance floor to myself
It’s my solo dance party

Everybody’s on the party tonight
I’m all alone and I feel all right