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ALGAE FARM
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ALGAE FARM was released on July 24, 2026 by Independent as a part of the album ALGAE FARM - Single
July 24, 2026
LabelIndependent
LanguageEnglish
BPM80
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Prolly poured a questionable substance in a Nalgene
Prolly woke up with my nose tip bubbling out the algae
Uncork the cognac I might die like Amy Winehouse
Bird gon need my dirt nap, betta pay me fo I lie down
Got Razor wire outside the crib, its healthy boundaries
Used to pass out off the fetty bars, wake up in lime gown
When I sleep I tally revenue, Eddie cannot count no sheep
Crow a broken webpage, 504, request done timed out
Tryna lose my phone in a Gufram pratone chair honest
Or my blunt inside the cracks between a couch from Pierre Paulin
She got it bald as Colin Machrie
Bee movie, we off the pollen
If a muhfucka run they mouth
All I gotta do is snap like I'm Josh Brolin
Shit can't fit in my goddamn wallet
Went from donnin' blue collar to black
Spent too long in Portland waterfront
Now all I'm smelling is crack
Spent too long walkin' down L street
Closest thing to hell would be Sac
Livin out here like building a beat, on every 3 somebody get clapped
Can't be flimsy as spitty crutch
Been off henny since sippy cup
Need the integer like John Dillinger
Eyes shut and it's just filled orange cylinders
Sittin stuck in a sweat, seen beelzebub
I backhand em like sandland
Tell them hoes in plain English helvetica
Prolly poured a questionable substance in a Nalgene
Prolly woke up with my nose tip bubbling out the algae
Uncork the cognac I might die like Amy Winehouse
Bird gon need my dirt nap, betta pay me fo I lie down
Got razor wire outside the crib, its healthy boundaries
Used to pass out off the fetty bars, wake up in lime gown
When I sleep I tally revenue, Eddie cannot count no sheep
Crow a broken webpage, 504, request done timed out
Smoke float off my breath like Ozai
Way this block throw curveballs, keep a stick, ohtani Shohei
Stare into abyss, it look right back at you with dolls' eyes
Somethin' like a canine aimlessly gnawing on rawhide
I ain't smilin' in no photos
Smokin skunk, the clothes always stink
Crow less crow, more like a dodo
All my clones gon go extinct
Bet she open up on touch like an otomatone
Crow gon Pull up in all white and Chicagos, shit look like coach frank
Written by: Artur Lysenko, Kian Moody

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