Wifey

by Repulsion

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Wifey

The story and sound of love, regret, frustration, the end and new beginnings. Tied around the premises of being in love with fictitious lady, "Rosie".

Repulsion will go through and describe the multiple emotions involved with loving this woman whom is the fictitious reincarnation of a previous relationship which he held dearly, including what it was like to be with this person, love this person, break up with her, try and fail with other sexual partners, suffer arguments and hardship, then find resolution at the end of it all

This album was made with the idea of creative freedom and the ability to have emotion influenced productions

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released September 6, 2016

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Track Name: Laundry
I met this girl, when I was ten years old
And what I loved most she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me
On the regular, not a church girl she was secular
Not about the money, those studs was mic checking her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few New York niggas, had did her in the park
But she was there for me, and I was there for her
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
And just cool out, cool out and listen to her
Sitting on a bone, wishing that I could do her
Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
Cause we related, physically and mentally
And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around
Slim was fresh yo

Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop
To the beat ya'll and you don't stop
Yes yes, y'all and you don't stop
1, 2, ya'll and you don't stop
Yes yes ya'll and you don't stop
And to the beat Com sense'll be the sure shot
Track Name: Message Out To The Future Wife
Hello, Future Wife
How you doing?
I know what you been doing. You been sneaking out and fucking when you treat me like I'm nothing
But you and everyone else who wants to play that card can go to the trash heap
I done said, I done said
I don't want you in my bed
Don't want you, I been seeing you eye other guys recently
That's not the way I play my cards, honey
Can't say it not so blatantly
I gotta go and you know you are the hoe you are
So back up, I'm leaving
Oh, and he stole your car. The guy you slept with?
Yeah, he stole your car. Can you believe that shit? He just stole your car!

I see you with a clit, still wanting to suck that dick
but I ain't on your list, and I know you're feeling way too pissed (2x)
Track Name: Eyez On The Prize
Let's freak
Freak out
Let's freak

Bitch and bitch and bitch and bitch and all these other bitches
Don't tell me none, cause you already know I got me some
Upside down and down side, up and side and down side
Down down
These games you play, these games you play
Fuck all the games you play
Five bitches don't cost shit, five bitches don't cost shit
Don't come around, don't cause shit
Don't come around, don't cause shit
I don't need the fucking pain, I don't need no fucking pain
I been there, I done that
That pussy's whack, it sucks ass

Twist and twist and twist and the boogie's got you fucked up
Twist and twist and twist and the boogie's got you
You slit your wrists, you slit your wrists, you slit your wrists
And I don't have no fucking patience
So fuck that off, fags

Broke and broke and broke and broke and broke as a hobo
Broke and broke and broke and broke, now play it back in slow mo
Fuck those guys, fuck those guys
Fuck those guys and fuck you too
Fuck those guys, fuck those guys

Got my eyes on the prize

Let's freak
Freak out
Let's freak
Freak out
Track Name: Location Earth_2
Guess she's lucky that she isn't us
Guess she's lucky

I guess she's lucky that she isn't us
Paying our bills and living life with no fuss
Backing child support, so she can buy purses
Buy new lip stick, close families with verses

What I was saying, you had no right to screw a guy, then say you didn't love him and just let it pass you by

Why should I cry
Why should I get angry
At the bottom, like I always am
Running that spree

You walk through public streets rocking your apple bottom jeans
Just missed a call, why can't I talk to my kids at all

That's what I'm saying
This judicial system that you're gaming ain't feeding mouths,
but you're getting plenty of mouths down south for your own benefit

Tired of the lying shit
Use me like a tool
But you're playing cool
Watch for the dudes you slip your number to, though
Next thing you know, you know you’ll get a whack in the head

Your son johnny hardly fucking likes you, let alone loves you
Now play pretension, superstition like it means something
You just quit, fold your cards
Like I told you to

You don't got a clue
You read it in the news
Text your girls, like I've licked a few
I'm just saying

All I know is you think I'm in the wrong, but I got the rest of my facts

Try once in your life to be compassionate
No bullshit, no fronting

Just love someone because you want it
Don't play the blame game cause it's wrong, kid
You were taught better than that
Be an individual
Light a few, take the view
Stop looking at yourself, and look at someone else

Just look at someone else

Just look at someone else

Just look
Track Name: Toke Yo
Don't need no sanitation
Turn off the Playstation
Got me fucked up
Like I said some shit
Now I'm on probation

And so she starts the hating
And the old one's masturbating
Ain't seen titties in years, known as the greatest pervert across the nation

Fuck rules, and fuck you
I don't mass appeal, I go for the kill
And you? Well, I wonder what you're thinking
With your ass still stinkin'

But for real, with the sex appeal
Miss missy
The pot to my jizzy
The one with the click
The spark in my dick
Fa rizzy
My hentai lady

Digital sex and digital lust
Digital sex and digital fucks
Make it bust in a second, not minutes
True stories, now finish it and win it

Popping cokes with fizzy bottles
Popping cokes with fizzy bottles
And fuck your standards
Andy Bobander
Frig off, buddy
Don't wanna hear the slander

One with the show and punching your hoe
Fuck this and that ans is that a new tatt?
Tramp stamp
Pimp with the cramp
Come and get the dope
Tell it to the pope

One with the show and I'm punching your hoe
Fuck this and that and is that a new tatt?
Cause I must have missed out when dogs shat muffins
For real though, that tattoo’s weird

Losing my mind with the grind
The hustle, the bustle
Throbbing gristle in the threshold
Don't make me to an asshole
Corn rolls, and pasta
Digiorno

Click, click, boom
Click, click, boom
Click, click, boom
And it's all in my room
Click, click, boom
Click, click, boom
Don't fuck with the groom
Okay

Not the day of the Superman land
Shave with suave and that's pimping up, man
Not the day of, not the day of
How much shall I pay, that's okay

These shirts don't have price tags
Anime bitches with the cold hash
Suggestive as fuck and it's nomad
Nomad and it’s got me glad

Like I rip MP3s off SoundCloud
But fuck that, I'm no fucking clown
What goes around, it comes around
Big ass frown
Get into town

Trust me, I got the green and it's fuzzy
The brushy
No fussy, no cussy
No fake shit, all the women and It's lit
Fake bitches dying, big man is spying
Fake bitches dying,

He cums in the fuck?
He cums in the fuck?
And Mark Zuckerburg fucks flaming ducks?
He cums in the fuck?
He cums in the fuck?
And Mark Zuckerburg fucks flaming ducks?
You cum in the fuck?
You cum in the what?
Peace out, bitch
I don't play with cucks
Track Name: Rosie
Let me tell you bout' a girl I met
Her name's Rosie
And boy, she made me feel so cozy when I thought of her
No acting, just fact and had dreams about her
When we might end up meeting again

Every day, we would play around
But I respected her
No waste, trifecta her
Bet you three times she'd be there when I'm down
Rain or shine, she had me on my grind
Trust me

She trusted me, she looked up to me, she loved me
She wanted me
And most importantly, I wanted her

If I met a woman as nice as Rosie, I'd be set, but that's just the problem
She's been away for some time
And she's been on my mind
Wonder how we might celebrate once she returns

Wish I could meet another one like Rosie
Track Name: Said
Used to try and ring you up
But you would never answer
And I knew you had given up
But I was patient
Cause I was wrong, baby, I was wrong
And the kids without you can't get along
And now, I'm thinking, what was I on
All said and gone

Surprise, surprise
Fold it up
Live it up, drink it up
Say something
Turn it to nothing

Circles and circles and circles
And repeated metaphors
Similes, hyperboles
Crank the crack chucker

I ain't no fucker
Evidence far and wide
Side by side
And from tides to tides

Right eye and left eye on the prize
Broken inside
Something I cannot hide

No, I don't want the tuts
Jabba The Hut
No smutty sluts
No stinky pussies and reminiscent memories
Of a time of old
Don't be bold and don't expect to be scolded

No hearts, all spherical
You hear me? Hearing my echoes
Life isn't bad, but that's all in how you handle it

Live and die
Live and die
Panhandle it
I live and die
Live and die
Handle it

Surprise, surprise
Fold it up
Live it up, drink it up
Say something
Turn it to nothing

Circles and circles and circles
And repeated metaphors
Similes, hyperboles
Crank the crack chucker

I ain't no fucker
Evidence far and wide
Side by side
And from tides to tides

Right eye and left eye on the prize
Broken inside
Something I cannot hide

No, I don't want the tuts
Jabba The Hut
No smutty sluts
No stinky pussies and reminiscent memories
Of a time of old
Don't be bold and don't expect to be scolded

No hearts, all spherical
You hear me? Hearing my echoes
Life isn't bad, but that's all in how you handle it

Live and die
Live and die
Panhandle it
I live and die
Live and die
Handle it

The evidence
All in my hand and all on the floor
And echoes through the land
Like Neverland
Peter Pan
Let's jack it
Just jack it and stack it

Move along, move along
Concrete
Concrete foundation
At my feet, and I'm shaky
And I'm shaky
And my dudes down south are getting super bakey
And I'm shaky
And my feet are shaky

No, I don't want the tuts
Jabba The Hut
No smutty sluts
No stinky pussies and reminiscent memories
Of a time of old
Don't be bold and don't expect to be scolded

No hearts, all spherical
You hear me? Hearing my echoes
Life isn't bad, but that's all in how you handle it

Live and die
Live and die
Panhandle it
I live and die
Live and die
Handle it

Surprise, surprise
Fold it up
Live it up, drink it up
Say something
Turn it to nothing

Circles and circles and circles
And repeated metaphors
Similes, hyperboles
Crank the crack chucker

I ain't no fucker
Evidence far and wide
Side by side
And from tides to tides

Right eye and left eye on the prize
Broken inside
Something I cannot hide

Try and die one more time
Times for the money
For the honey, for the honey
For respecters
Double triflectors

Reflect yourself and fuck everyone else
World is your's in your hand
Make yourself believe it
Arms cut, but sleeve it
Dirty hair, tea tree it
Track Name: Said (Pt. 2)
My eye, my eye, my eye, my eye

Destroy, construct
What the fuck was I thinking
My eyes keep blinking
My eyes staying shut
Like what the fuck
Was I drinking? Hardly thinking?
Just shit on my mind
No longer minds on behind

The walls are crashing
I'm at Hell's door
I want no more
Backing away, but I'm shoved back into the way
What shall I say, I'm alone now
To love a cow, I wonder how I done that shit

How
A pill on a pill
I'm hardly real
I'm disappearing into oblivion
Times a million, I'd try again
But I keep on driving
I'm driving far and wide from the spray

The spray of multiple bullets
Create flesh wounds
And fuck these things on what I'm thinking
Create an audience and let the shit sink in
Fucking many girls but off the tree top and
Losing the mind

Destroy, construct
What the fuck was I thinking
My eyes keep blinking
My eyes staying shut
Like what the fuck
Was I drinking? Hardly thinking?
Just shit on my mind
No longer minds on behind

The walls are crashing
I'm at Hell's door
I want no more
Backing away, but I'm shoved back into the way
What shall I say, I'm alone now
To love a cow, I wonder how

To fines and bus stops
Get away from the cops
Trying to keep it tops
Fuck everything and you including myself
No sitting on the shelf
Full throttle to get out of the bottle
Backwards and forwards and around again
Will I be gone? What am I on? What do I say?

And I am one to the game I play
Destroy, construct, destroy, construct
Track Name: Lights Out
Hey
Hey, hey
Who the fuck turned the lights off?
Yeah. Turn those on
Bright, wide open
I want people to see my dick and stuff
You already know. Yeah, yeah
Techno shit
Not really organic, I guess
Don't really give a damn
Fuck you and your girls
Let me take you on a twirl

Hey

Oh, shit
Am I getting mainstream?
Oh, no
Is my dick shooting beams?
Thought this was underground
Guess I'm getting around
Bitches are gazing like “Did he just show to town?”
Really
Knock you straight up silly

Poke at my chest
Done at a steak philly
Belly's full and your tactics have failed
Make you drool, now let me rhymes prevail
I told you crazy shit
Like Rosie O' Donell
Bisexual bridal shower? Wait, no
That's been taken

Mind's been baking since I've cut that steak and
Your kinda speechless, but I'm not mistaken
Straight to the air and the tip of my dick
Done measured with multiple rulers
It's thick (I hope)
Lil Dicky knows his play on words

Your school, clocking the doorbell
Eyeballs are bleeding while I stick to the Hormel, so
That aside, crowds go bye bye regardless
Words on a beat make you sky high
Much retard less
Break back, back

Hey! What's going on, going on?
Hey! What's really really going on?
Know where you step, know who you rep
And all things considered
Take it up to the prep step
Hey! What's going on, going on?
Hey! What's really really going on?
Shut up your mouth
Put on the tunes
Listen to me
And now I’m controlling your body

Hey! What's going on, going on?
Hey! What's really really going on?
Know where you step, know who you rep
And all things considered
Take it up to the prep step
Hey! What's going on, going on?
Hey! What's really really going on?
Shut up your mouth
Put on the tunes
Listen to me
And now I’m controlling your body

You see?
Now fuck her, because I fucked her and now she's bent
Pussy whipped? I don't think so
That pussy's skint up
Come on, come on
All you got is this? Step back, step back
Can you really handle this? Stuck on your phone

And your phone's in the dome
Locked away in the safe with your personality alone
Saw the path wrong
Sew the seeds strong
Create the future straight
No masturbate when you got all of the attention

No looking down
No aesthetic when your confidence is not around
True thing
Large up, Josh
No looking down
No aesthetic when your confidence is not around
True thing

Josh taught me something
No matter who you're humping, keep your mind with the free fun
Sometimes you need to grind to get what you earn
But all that afterwards will treat your right when you're not getting burned

Burned

Hey! What's going on, going on?
Hey! What's really really going on?
Know where you step, know who you rep
And all things considered
Take it up to the prep step
Hey! What's going on, going on?
Hey! What's really really going on?
Shut up your mouth
Put on the tunes
Listen to me
And now I’m controlling your body

Hey! What's going on, going on?
Hey! What's really really going on?
Know where you step, know who you rep
And all things considered
Take it up to the prep step
Hey! What's going on, going on?
Hey! What's really really going on?
Shut up your mouth
Put on the tunes
Listen to me
And now I’m controlling your body
Track Name: Rose (Rosie's Descent)
Man, I don't fucking know
Thought I gave up
Like, who is this woman in my bed
Thought she gave good head

That aside, mentally speaking
Thought she opened my heart up
Rather than making me hard up

Pint up like my sack when she strokes it
For different folks, who is your crew
Your boo
Slow move

I'm trying, but her heart keeps flying
Different directions
She's built a fence
I shouldn't care, I just play defense
Track Name: In The Place
Yo,
So, I step into the space and everybody's in place and I'mma pick up the pace
Outer space, with my girl
No race, no worries
No face, kinda scary
But it's all good

Cause I got my Rosie and my drinks, and the thoughts I think
I don't need the shrink
Double up, bout' to fill my cup
It's all good in my world I live in, cause I don't need the hood now

I don't play like I'm someone else
I get paid like I'm no one else
On the grind, like I always am
And I'm looking fine, I'm on time and I'm living it up, like I always am

Think straight, I don't hate
And I'm one with the plan
Ask Uncle Sam
It's like
And she knows I'm a real man
Sky high, wanna fly like there's no cry
Up and out
Shooting hoop, like

Can whites do that? Yeah
I think so
On the court with the boys
And I don't give a fuck, it's like, I'm over when you duck and

Straight living like getting laid every night
And there's not a fight I ever had to prove I'm right
Cause I'm true to me
And all this shit you see on TV
Is lies