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First Verse:
They say that when you love it gotta let it go
I say that if you dug it better let 'em know
Covered every topic couldn't stop it
Like a Santa pulling presents out his pocket
On a mission fillin' stockings yo
Filling seats for the imagery
Every single stream tryin' to limit me
A scene on a bigger screen
Cut from the cutting room floor for its chemistry
A name from the past like Genevieve
Approaching every issue like a bed of leaves
Asking are you ready, well, you better be
You can feel the bass in your face every melody
Pumping every heart til responsive
Til I reach a rabid right winger in Wisconsin
I said it in the song I'm a martian
Til I hang with James Dean smokin' up a carton
This is not the type of alt vibe that they market
To 25 and under but I'm working undercover
With a hat above the back seat
Chilling in the dark
Hope Kool Herc made a killin' in the park
Go to Dereos Roads
Bridge:
They aint quite known
Feel alone, you can take a little stroll down those Dereos Roads
The way life goes you oppose how they make those molds
Just to bury your soul
The chains let go unfold let your story get told don't carry those loads
I made my bones in the zone gotta take it all home
Down those Dereos Roads
Chorus:
Down those Dereos Roads...
Down those Dereos Roads...
Down those Dereos...
Roads...(repeat x6)
Down those Dereos...
Roads...(repeat x6)
Verse 2:
See the trees down the avenue
Push so many buttons that they're outta rules
Tying up loose ends scatter brained
Couldn't find a dream incompatible
This is where you let your wings spread
Use your wingspan
Even when you plant your ten toes underneath sand
The geese land far in the distance
Check the clock & the flock, well, you missed it
Just another artist mixed up with the misfits
Trying to reach your timeline when you're feeling listless
Reach a father's princess when she's feeling broken
Warning all her friends that she isn't joking
They say all you really need is sunshine
But it ain't easy turning pitch black to sunrise
Hard to turn gray to a brighter bloom
Never judge a cover working harder than you might assume
Writing til I spot a lie run from the sight of truth
Undeniable, despite them hiding clues
We can work together swear forever that it might'a moved
Gotta have the tools just to pry it loose
Dereos Roads
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
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(Chorus)
Trying to reach that higher plane in my mind again
Up where the birds fly
Up where the birds fly
I fall down again
I fall down again
First verse:
Nothing but a butterfly to the billionaire
but he saw the beauty strands like his silver hair
an old man but what's rare is the wise type
so many stumble in the dark never find light
harboring hope & dreams reaching the lime light
ignoring the sun's beam that gleamed the fine life
despite losing his eye sight he's 5 mics perfect
all under the surface, observing the circus
watching the way the mice make their way around the circuit
knowing that when they reach the end they're ate up by the serpent
they say that part of life is how you learn to be a servant
even though that's right you got the right to have a purpose
here we are kneeling to the altar of the free market
spark it til the bees sting louder than three dogs barkin'
til there's really nothing left but the carcass
they call it quiet quitting bullshitting sitting staying in his office, yeah
(Chorus)
Trying to reach that higher plane in my mind again
Up where the birds fly
Up where the birds fly
I fall down again
I fall down again
Second verse:
He should have never left her in the first place
He was in the worst place
Shit, she was born when he had a page on Myspace
couldn't make it work with her mother
fast forward little girl got a baby brother, significant other
finally got a job he's proud of
finally figured out this life's all about love
and when he comes around she remains distant
despite his ongoing visits and persistence
she can't trust him 'cuz she thinks he's inconsistent
she still remembers all the days that she missed him
she'd cry herself to sleep & dream he would return
needless to say it left a scar & a deep burn
so when an older boy vowed that he'd be hers
she threw herself into his arms like the father that she need first
the bees, birds & the butterflies
nature's beauty that you see through a mother's eyes
mother's eyes, yeah
(Chorus)
Don't know where you are
We're worlds apart
...
It's so hard
And in my mind...
Third verse:
So much beauty in the world that we take for granted
so much of our time spent trying to get our feet planted
in the colors vibrant, more than green & blue
when we sit & hear the silence we're witnessing the proof
whether sitting on a stump, or sitting on a stoop
whether underneath the sun, or underneath the moon
children running to the forest like explorers for the truth
only bore 'em with the news, only cure 'em when they choose
(and in my mind...)
oops, making mistakes, breaking bones til they're feeling the blues
when the cloud moves in front of the altitude revealing the mood
when the room is smoked filled, the feeling is so real
detailing the boat sailed, appealing to youth
nearly lost at sea
holding onto every possession like apostrophe
dot your Is, cross your Ts
responsibility respond to the ability
'cuz everybody's searching for a spot to breathe
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My Version of the Blues
03:37
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This my version of the blues
Like a serpent on the move
Only one serving on a spoon
Nighttime learning from the moon to the next day I process
Life is a complex object
And we all stressed to win the contest
Days run shortest to the longest
What about the meaningful?
Deejay spinning til the needle pull
Corrupted so your file aint readable
Putting on the miles watch a meter move
Met a meter maid told her I ain't paying it
Had some free time so I made a day of it
Made your bed
Made you lay in it
Saw a pretty landscape painted it
Saw a pretty face kissed it
Said my painting's realistic
I said goodbye 'cause I wanted her to nitpick
In the bud's where we nipped it
Feeling buzzed
Reveal the moonlight where the ceiling was
Sort of like a teen who concealed a crush
Hard from the start, turn a meal to mush
Like a 90s rap video, feeling nuts
So I guess that's the last time we handshake
Gotta put some butter on a pancake
I don't follow rules or a mandate
This the type of mold that you can't shape
Version of the blues
Chorus:
This my version of the blues
This my version of the blues
Living like I had to let it loose
Kind of had to break the news
My version of the blues
This my version of the blues
This my version of the blues
Living like I had to let it loose
Kinda had to break the news
My version of the...
[Verse 2]
Ain't sure if you really are wit' it
We ain't finished man
We pushing the limit
We turn the timid to livid
In the Senate on the floor with the lyric
Without a quorum I'm uh cure 'em
I'm uh storm in and end it
Every head that is severed is like a metaphor to making the moves
I carry kettle balls, some dudes are just taking a deuce
It's like I'm taking a cruise, relaxed
But still crazy like I'm chasing a moose
In front of the mic
Aim for the truth
It's like a liquor way they label the proof
The song'll slow you down it's able to soothe
Save all the suits and ties
Soup of the day
Sea Bass said the check you can send it his way
Kind of style they're afraid to display
Art teacher taught the paper mache
Mr. Ferg when he gets immersed
Heaven dispersed weapons as words
Sent to the hearse
Every time he peppers the perps
It's not taught but the sentiment's learned
Get what you can take
Putting apple butter on a pancake
I don't follow rules wearing band aids
This the type of mold that you can't shape
Version of the blues
Chorus (x2):
This my version of the blues
This my version of the blues
Living like I had to let it loose
Kind of had to break the news
My version of the blues
This my version of the blues
This is my version of the blues
Living like I had to let it loose
Kinda had to break the news
My version of the blues
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Paris That I Never Knew
03:01
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Verse:
Paris that I never saw
Cobblestone streets, smellin' roses
Plus the morning java roasted
they both grow from seeds
All friends, made no enemies
Can't figure out if this a dream or a memory
I'm pinching knees
Seeing bees travel
leaving love and gifts
Flower pedals lead the way to a candle lit
Spot the jewels on her wrist
Watched her slowly unzip her boots
Through a stained glass of something called Blanc
in her living room
Fermented lips
touching both her tender hips
They call it romance, but in the states
we call it benefits
In addition to sentiments I sent her mints
Left letters in the crack of the door
'Bout the space that I let her have
Added to a better half
Laughing in a cinema
Tearing in a synagogue
Every time we part I come back like a sniffing dog
No longer a tourist
all of them the stores are rippin' off
Listening to Rachmaninoff
who spent summers nearby
Til it pours were not rushing inside
Just a drizzle when the sun would lead to misery
I know the city like the back of her hand
but her heart's still a mystery
Made love, fell asleep to old reruns of Mr. Bean
The mud-stained sheets
imprints the heels of her feet
I could die a prince and never feel this damn royal
So spoiled
pure as gold
Enchanted land soil
Span the whole settled earth and still wind up here
For the whole world to find us here
Learning language when I'm reading signs
Walk along the tracks under bleeding skies
Holding both hands
a train pass right between her thighs
Disguised in the tall grass & shadows
We both haul ass
when we hear the moos of the passing cattle
Draped in the mud-stained sheets
Her figure silhouette
Left behind the kinda passion
that would get your pillow wet
Danger like the thrill of death
til we're still and rest
Feeling breast when embracing
as her hair spreads across my chest
Span the whole universe and wind up here
for the whole world to find us here
Paris that I never knew
Chorus (Repeat x2):
And when the pain crawls
I paint walls
Not much more to say yal
Thank the stray path that I found you
Paris that I never knew...
Span the whole settled earth & wind up here
For the whole world to find us here
Paris that I never knew...
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Verse One:
Keep calm for the rainfall we should leave all we can take
While we all aim for the 8 ball
Til we sold our dreams & we're paid off
Left behind
Set aside
Til our life is identified
Paid the price still men have died
Til nothing left to incentivize
Small like a baby mama centipede
Not the universe's centerpiece
But to someone you are certainly
Even if it don't come together perfectly
The Earth we leave
We got the nerve to breathe
Serve words
Really never serve the deed
Slurred verbs but it hadn't yet occurred to me
It's really all a blur to me
I'm moving along on a separate plane
From the surface the circus'll entertain
Serpents surrounding the center lane
The sound's so real that it bled the vein
Never fled the brain
Hold onto the memory
Accept the change
On to the remedy & step to rain
Hope this'll reach you
Won't let defeat you
Even when another day is left to gain
Every mic check is to check the pain
Of course we
Will accept the pain we can't see
But be the voice for those who can't speak
While searching for our own peace
Well aware this life is only on lease
Don't mean you gotta bite the hand that don't feed
Sometimes you gotta fight for what's beyond reach
Arm's Length
Chorus:
On to the rainfall
Fall to the rainfall
Callin' the rainfall
At arm's length
On to the rainfall
Fall to the rainfall
All in the rainfall
Arm's length
Verse Two (Doe Dillinger):
When it rains in pours
For poor folk and lost souls out here
The bigger the crowd the more I feel alone
I steer clear
Of those who don't know the half
Cocaine and soda, 60/40 split
In a double bag
One gram at a time
Couple more, forward...
Fast lane
Slow motion
Ride the wave and roller coaster
Up and down, down again
Hit the ground dig the hole even lower
Type of money, can't buy peace of mind
I took my piece, I took my leave
Reached for the son and I climbed
For family, for it and vertical
Focused on what matters the most
All that I have, all that I need
I keep 'em close
And give thanks everyday
Still mow the grass on St. Peter's
Burn the leaves in the glass jar
And pass the smoke to the Aether
Either I'm crazy or the world fucked up
If ya feel me and feel the same way
Turn this up
As we proceed
What up bro
I see ya
Keep speaking yours and the truth
Knowledge and wisdom for those who need it
I see and salute
Chorus
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All That's Lost Beneath
03:40
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First Verse:
Sittin' & thinkin' 'bout it all
Making plans, dancin' til you doubt it all
Full of promise, here until we move beyond this
A small world, but your part's enormous
Ya, the storm is coming
Look at all us runnin' for the shelter
Wonderin' who the sun is gonna melt first
He put his hand out to help her
Didn't care who he took an L for
Whole life trouble seems to bubble like your seltzer
Tells her how to bounce back when you're worn out like a mousepad
Self destruction, how to live your life without that
No more rushin' to the finish line to count stats
Won't announce that or pin it
Why shorten what we learn past a minute
Why water down the art we created & invented
For centuries strugglin' with the same damn incentive
It's all for the heart, not for a chart
You'd be lucky if you dent it now
Chorus:
Heyyyy ohhhh...
With all that crossed my feet
And all I've lost beneath
You got me singin'
Heyyyy ohhhh...
Heeeyyyyy ohhhh...
With all that crossed my feet
And all I've lost beneath
Second Verse:
Feel the rhythm & the melody
Everybody tryin' to grow the green like it's celery
Depending on your salary
Word to Lady Justice, they might call that a felony
I don't really care what you're telling me or selling me
I'm uh just live, let a fellow breathe
On my own island like the Melanese
Til I'm buried six feet deep under a big brown tree droppin' yellow leaves
Old man swore that he never felt the heat
Til it melted off his face
His whole world turned upside down
Zero upsides now
It put him in an awkward place
And no matter where you stand, on the bus, on the stage
You can tell that we're running outta space
But meanwhile the private eye gonna search for holes in your alibi
Take his time til he cracks the case
Chorus (Repeat x2):
Heyyyy ohhhh...
With all that crossed my feet
And all I've lost beneath
You got me singin'
Heyyyy ohhhh...
Heeeyyyyy ohhhh...
With all that crossed my feet
And all I've lost beneath
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September Sun
03:03
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Written & produced by Dereos Roads.
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Dereos Roads Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Formerly known as Proseed, Dereos Roads is an alternative hip-hop musician rooted in the sounds and spirit of the Golden Era with a dynamic stage presence and versatile songwriting ability, blending boom bap, blues, soul and new age.
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