I got a new set of teeth 'cause the old ones were rotten thought it would be a blessing to be more aesthetically pleasing little did I know I wouldn't be able to speak a word especially when I was cotton mouthed from consumption of herb remember the brisk fall mornings, mouth wired shut losing flow of conversations, feeling out of touch these people who were my friends, all becoming strangers feeling more distant by the day, in emotional danger and it was out of my nature to shy away from the crowd insecurities eating me alive, weed is too loud chasing the end of the days, futilely chasing love waiting for it to fall in my lap from the sky above but heaven is blocked off by an abundance of black clouds precipitating fears, look where I'm at now year of the gnar, losing my mind, can't unwind wishing I could turn back the hands of time

I climb up out of my bed feeling like I'd rather be dead tryin' to go back to sleep but I gotta go to school instead sixteen pizza rolls in the microwave to start my morning every tick of the clock, you can hear my exaggerated yawning My boy rolls up in a v-dub golf with a dutch and a sack Twist that shit up, smoke half and save a roach for when we get back I'm the mayor of this school, always keepin' externally cool internally battling conflict, swimming in existential drool I keep my eyes closed when I scurry through these halls Running into these daemons, always failing to catch my fall I've known most of the people for the entirety of my life but I hate most of 'em, all of 'em love me 'cause my house is tight I live paycheck to paycheck, keeping all of my grade high I'm talking about my schoolmates, not my academic drive workin' at arcadia dental with my highly corrupt mental always fall asleep on the job even though I never mean to Friday's here, 16 heads in the gazebo we all about the weed smoke, dividing a box of blunts for all my people bitches acting ratchet while we're having some band practice smash bros in the background, everyone on a couch or a mattress I got my parents upstairs, and they don't even fucking care about how I'm black out drunk surrounded by strangers having nightmares Sometimes my sleep is fake, and I just don't know what to make of these conversations people having about this life of give and take My favorite part of the night is when I'm finally done entertaining Smoking a cigarette in the open garage alone while it's raining keeping parties maintaining's got me psychologically draining and I wish I could be refraining from this way that I'm complaining always hiding in the bathroom stalls, barely going to class at all dean of students wondering where I am, trying to give me a call The trials and tribulations of an adolescent loss of patience Yearning for any opportunity for me to leave my footprints I got the weight of the world on my shoulders crushing me like a boulder I keep my past archived in neuropathological folders memories still haunting me from 2003 when I intuitively learned my destiny a pseudo-compassionate selfish ball of fucking nerves born with a life sentence, feeling like my time's been served life's just a game, only got myself to blame I let petty shit eat my brain when there's nothing to gain I'm trying to keep myself sane, let the negative drain easier said than done, suppressing emotional pain I feed into this shit, I'm such a hypocrite I never learned my lesson in 2006 from that tricky bitch, who's still around kickin' it always making me sick, puffing on the same weed sticks developed a fear of finding happiness Inviting people over my house I never wanna chill with feelin like it's 1920, you can call me the great gatsby I don't even talk to anyone who I invite to my own parties it's hard to be, american dreamin' when these bitches be nothin' but schemin' too much weed and drinkin' to give a fuck about what I'm feeling what goes around never comes around for yours truly spread love around and get nothing back but psychological cruelty every night at my house is like an infinite halloween evening bitches by the masses wearin' facades and trick or treatin' and you better be drug dealin' if you want your dick gobbled and eatin' I peep game on the evening saying to myself here we go again It's come to my attention how many names I'll never mention using nothing but pronouns to steer away the tension So much gnar power I turned the whole district up I want everybody on my team, nobody missing the cut thought I was digging my way out, but I'm just digging myself in welcome to the story, year of the gnar, hope you enjoy listening

having trouble dealing with the notion of mortality not to mention all my troubles with morality trying to be the best man I can while I'm still alive making others feel better about themselves is where I thrive some people take advantage of the services I provide walking on me like a doormat all the emotions I hide thinking about the earlier days when it was me against the world regret the day I learned some shit and my ego unfurled using psychedelics to get a reality check learning everyone's secretly an emotional wreck we're all in this together, weathering the storm fleeting moments of happiness in rare form an ongoing lover's quarrel between god and the devil life's not fair the playing field will never be level non-verbally inept but I'm verbally adept I have a pretty good sense of everyone I've met life, death, dreams, regrets dwelling on the afterlife or the probable lack thereof hope you don't only live once, hope there's some holy shit above I just wanna be loved rather than being emotionally tugged jading me depersonalizing me, my conscience unplugged multiple crises, existential and identity basically there's no such thing as me going through the motions within all the locomotion alleviating everything with synthetic potions the futility of philosophy swallowing me willingly my thoughts expended I don't have the answers in me maintaining abstaining from what's keeping me waning humility humiliation finish line waiting for me to never cross it, never turning off the faucet daemons in my closet making another deposit Withdrawals from comfort, all my thoughts go unheard embracing everyday living so absurd love, hate, jealousy, spite, life, death, dreams, regrets

Gnar Power Squad, gets shit poppin', and we keep it movin' we be rockin', killin' everything', got the trap house, if you ain't down get the fuck out Partying with the Gnar Power Squad, got the alcohol and weed covered Hope you don't turn down for shit cuz we'll keep you smothered Treat my boys and girls like sisters and brothers I don't supervise shit I just steer the ship like a rudder I get paid higher than minimum wage to sit alone and sleep spend all my money on weed, make it back by the end of the week I don't play for keeps, I'm always more than fair mi casa su casa, no charge on the drugs I share my house is the trap spot with a candy shop Blowing lines of whatever, rolling lines of pot We only fuck with real blunts that are flavored grape Fuck a cigarillo, they never fit the nugs we break We got plenty of feelings that we never exhibit keep that shit to ourselves, if you want it you can get it we're never chasin' hoes, cuz all they do is expose weak bitch boys we don't need 'em, they can hit the road Sometimes we trip balls on the fungus amongs us We're all about peace and love with the gnar power spirit If you tryna get hostile, we're not tryna hear it we never provoke, but we also never take shit good weed, video games, live music and friends if you got bad blood with ya boys, you should make amends The weekend is approaching and we all hope to see ya if you're not trying to chill then we wouldn't wanna be ya drinking a 40 and sparking a bowl before the 7:30 bell then i roll up in my english class and start to raise hell these people love me more than a priest loves choir boys but not in that kinda way, I'm only trying to get the girls moist battle of the band swag, repeat champions I always keep it one hunnit on every rock instrument the party's poppin' at my pad and I'm not even there yet rollin' seventy five deep with the whole school gettin' wrecked the gnar pad's flooded with passed out drunken bodies raised ranch with a raised roof higher than the rockies and fuck the swagger jackers y'all just a bunch of carbon copies I've been dissecting the world gnarly before you puffed a single tree don't be jockin' our shit unless you got nice tits conforming to my shit like a bunch of marionettes I'm a do me even though you're gonna do it too fuck it you can take it as I make my next move sorry about that rant there, but I had to make it clear we were the kings of the gnar before any of you grew a pair I see it misconstrued by all the underclassmen you gotta respect your elders, take a bow every now and then we setup a foundation for you people to thrive in so give credit where it's due and then we can be friends again at the end of the day, we're all just trying to chill let bygones be bygones and make more beats to kill, peace

intimacy, scaring me, opportunities wish I had it under control, 'cause you never know, of the possibilities all I wanted was love, maybe some help from above we're all on our own when push comes to shove it started on the pool deck June 2008 the first love of my life standing there at the gate with a friend of mine I couldn't help starting to hate bit my tongue and got a stomach ache from words I ate nobody's guilty of anything, nobody's property i let my mind spin these stories improperly at the end of the day it's all futility it's so hard to gauge my level of humility it's spirit week, homecoming night invited a girl over that I really liked but I wouldn't let her come all out of fright panic attack from weed, tears blinded my sight face down upstairs whimpering in my bedroom screaming into the ground like I was howling at the moon who knows what would have become of her if I had myself under control taking a night off from the reefer the room was spinning upstairs at my friend's house couple of girls I liked tried to get me off the couch unable to speak words, turnt up on liquor and herb kinda dodged a bullet there, because that night got absurd cops came to the basement to scare off underaged kids slept through the whole thing, in my pocket an ounce of mids I used to sling seedy weed for cheap to sleazy people lasted 2 months doing that shit, the amount I smoked and sold was equal one day at my house, a larger gathering than usual passed out early from all the shots I took and blunts I pulled the girl I loved rolled up later in the night fucked my best friend in the woods out of everyone's sight and I woke up in the morning, saw a condom in the driveway that shit was used, I had pick it up throw it away I've never chain smoked so many cigarettes in one day I just let that shit go, what the hell could I say I had gym class with a cute girl I didn't know well I guess my three point shooting had her under a spell she made it verbally obvious to me everyday that she wanted to get with me and go all the way the feeling was mutual, but my fears kept is neutral her dad was a cop, that excuse was my loophole when in reality, I was just scared of intimacy it seemed too good to be true, always overwhelming me

Faded, jaded, played with, by a fake bitch, can't take it, won't make it, nothing ever will be sacred Trapped in a head with a flawed ideology Trying to escape the truths of reality A casualty of many fallacies, caused by jealousy of all the guys I see with all the girls with whom I want to be. It's been like this since puberty, when my straight hair turned wavy, and I learned that there's no God to save me Weed impedes my creativity, so I put that shit down, tried sobriety, and it's workin' so far from what I can see, but I still contemplate the days of puffin' trees Getting high as can be, feeling like I had a key to all the secrets of the galaxy Gnar power was a gift and a curse, gave me a lift but then threw me in a hearse When I was going through the brunt of it, I tried to run with it, but I had to run from it This life is scary, and I'm growing wary, of a big heart and mind I can't seem to marry Hypervigilance without diligence; years and years of losing innocence Burning bible pages likes incense 'cause it makes sense to smell resentment Gettin' faded 'cause I'm jaded, upside down faces when I'm on acid Chillin' with a plethora of silent kids in a basement with a loaded fridge Drinkin' mad 40s, burning bridges. Isolation prevents stitches Anxiety's my nemesis, and a lack of love's my genesis

I've never felt so desperate before Vomiting my stomach contents on the floor And I know by now that when it rains, it pours Showers of sugar within my canker sores Finally I started making the connection Horrified by my own ugly complexion Cystic pimples and a speech impediment Fuck your pity, I don't need the sentiment All the sediment, years of decay I learned the hard way when I tried to pray That there's nothing up there giving a shit You gotta be your own god, gotta make it a habit Drugs and booze grippin' me like a vice That's why it took me five years to get this shit nice Got a bunch of talent all going to waste Life could end any second so I gotta make haste Come into my life if you want yours ruined Become part of the mess that I'm always brewin' festering, negative thoughts fermenting After my god father died I never stopped lamenting I just wanna be loved for a single second That shit ain't never gonna happen I done reckon I'd look a little better if I weren't sulking constant self-loathing, suicidal ideation walking back and forth always pacing the end of everyday I'm always chasing Met most of the girls I loved through social media Should've only used the internet for encyclopedias I was in a hospital bed for 4 months that's why I've always kept solitude on the forefront always alone, with my head in a throne reading what I don't want to see on my phone some people never win, not everyone can be beautiful I hope I never have a daughter or a son The only thing worse than taking life is giving one But I don't blame my parents for being unaware that their son was gonna live a full life of despair Walking on egg shells that don't exist Every ship that sailed, all that love I've missed could've lost my virginity when I was 12 years old but I didn't trust that bitch from what I was told always had a group of introverted friends I remained a child while they became men went to the bad boy school in the winter to escape the fear of the building that I enter when I spend a half day wasting time away trying to make it out alive in the month of may I have a vast array of inconsistent emotions lost in the ocean of my mind always swimming never finding shore, the shit's become a chore feeling like I have nothing left to explore I know what you all think, you don't have to say shit otherwise you'll end up being a fucking hypocrite trying to comfort me when you know you can't I'm always gonna be in the same fetal stance Trying to get my friend group narrower than a scalpel easier said than done, it's a mouthful to tell people to fuck off in a nice way when we're down the street from school smoking weed in my driveway I bet you've never heard more neurotic shit from a jaded motherfucker at the end of wit trust me I'd rather be braggin' about getting it in but I'm playing a fucking game that I'll never win Committing sins, fuck your religion always wishing I could meet some aliens

Ayo, it is the year of the gnar, son, beginning with feeling like no one My thoughts are the Heaven to my words of my Hell Loved ones waiting for the release from my spell, but with a whole new cast to cast a whole new spell And you pulled the bunny out of the hat and you put me in a thick shell A thick shell to be cracked, unlike the blunts to be rolled Countless nights to the herb is where all my time's sold Rather that than getting left out by a trick in the cold, mothaFUCKA Now you got me workin' the grind, and I'm feeling subdued And I'm living in the land of wonder, I got no clues And I sure could use Blue, to give me a mothafucking paw print Sitting in my thinking chair with a head and pocket filled with nothing but lint And my cash game, my pimp game, both have gone awry I say they're full of shit when they tell me I'm 'a' be alright That's why I'm rhymin' now, to get it in and make those papes Ain't tryna bust a grape, committing statutory rape They call me a Tyguy, a fly guy, high as a mothafucking kite guy dwelling on the woes of the past and watching my life go by better later than never but never is where I'm at sooner than later, I'm 'a' gonna regret the fuck out of that Tyguy prospective, Tyguy prophetic My mind linked to the divine so heavenly, yo check it Bitches on my nerves, 'specially ones with the curves y'all dicksucking game is absurd, mothafuck what you heard the people of society scare when tree's in me, but the tree is what I need to let my gnar power breed, life's nothing but tragedy, my mind is a catastrophe, drastically I need to change my life and find the good in me. haters, I just let 'em be. your shit cannot get to me. I've gotten to myself with all my unabashed hypocrisy I'm trying to spread a seed, off of which I can set myself free an aberration at best, an abomination failing life's test

entering a vacant house feeling suicidal found a 357 without any ammo so I settled for the bottles of the vicodin I like this shit better than any of my friends bring that shit to school with my klonopin tryna drown all my feelings first thing in the morning bouncing after first block in the snow I'm freezing forgot to bring my jacket now I'm sneezing mellow yellow blunts in the afternoon and evening I wish I was a stronger man for people to believe in I'm swervin' every which way, slowly breathing tripping over everything, now I'm bleeding I see the same 50 faces everyday they never have anything new to say you only die once it could be any day people wasting time, when they go to church to kneel and pray fuck a chorus and a hook I got more shit to say nodding out on the job in the middle of may my workload's heavy and I'm tryna keep my mind steady so much pressure on my shoulders, it could break a levee I want to kiss a cute girl but I'm not ready too busy sleeping off narcotics like I'm seventy I'm so friendly to my enemies because I don't any confrontation in me looking for a way out, looking for escape routes I'm sick of always having to be the one to open my mouth Providing shelter for the drug dealers with my trap house every drug in large amounts, never had a single drought these people think I'm genuine, don't know about the state I'm in I keep a strong poker face, acting like I'm always winning but I'm just sitting here sinning, looking at these people grinning nothing but an awkward cotton mouthed social chameleon with every clique I fit in, I'm internally wincing with the pain I've been provided since I was eleven never should've initially gotten turnt up in two thousand and seven heaven, is where I thought I'd be after graduation people still in and out of my life like a gas station condemnation internally eternal damnation memories I repress them, wishing I could erase them haunt me every now and then, death's coming I don't know when too many names to mention have my undivided attention selling words of imprisonment, to set myself up a pension I keep myself hungry, only my thirst I am quenching these words are not wisdom, I just want you to sense what I'm sensing

(Tyguy) I only get my herb from the tops of the trees, smokin' dank header blunts all day in Gazeebs Friday's here, dubsacks-a-plenty Gotcha boys up in here and they're rollin' mad blizz-ays and when the blazin's all said and done let's load up the car and go for a stoge run hit up ya boy for a pack of twenty sevens gnar and stoge sends me straight to heaven you know what I want when my eyes are red a couple of girls up in my bed, riding my face and giving me head I hope the cool guy's working when we grab the dutch 1.75 no need to touch those wraps, fuck boy, 'cause that shit's whack Pass the Doritos, 'cause here's a snack attack There ain't any trick bitches in Gazeebs, they say Just some trill motherfuckers all day everyday And we'll have some fun even though we're couch-locked Super Smash Bros, Mario Kart, and Star Fox (D-Wood) Me I get my herbs from the bottom, we got 'em Play the game, make ya feel ashamed like Saddam Hussein, these words now I hope they're forgotten 'Cause I speak the truth, stay fresh not rotten You can find me up in Gazeebs, almost every hour Leavin' suckas left out in the cold now bound to cower Taste in my mouth be left so sour 'Cause we are the Squad that runs on Gnar Power (Tyguy) Never underestimate resin Roast the remains of ya bud and feel somethin' When my rents take my loot and I got Saturday detention I wanna get baked so I blaze the cake Use the boost to chase mad blunts to my face Roll up another ace and we'll float to a nice place Gazeebs, is the place I go where there ain't no edge kids, just plenty of hydro

Chillin' with my boys, smoking blunts and eating doritos Just another day of sparkin' up and playin' smash bros I'll fuck you up with Link, I got that down a swag so much shit blowin up gettin' heavy amounts of lag we ain't tryna chill with divas, using us for sativa one time a bitch got me to roll a half ounce of my reefer smoked that shit in an hour, impervious to gnar power we be runnin' on diesel, and you know that shit's sour Bustin' out some gnary jams, turn that shit up to 11 Cool off in the pool before I kill a 27 Order a large pizza with a free small boo yah Eat 'til we drop then chase the flavor with some cola We didn't buy it cold, gotta put it on the rocks We get it from k and s because you know kingston pizza SUCKS COCK Chillin' in gazeebs, makin' fun of the bible We all lack faith, still turning up to Ezekiel Vomit under the piano, and also under the counter From the same dude who never hits jumpers, mr. tucker wouldn't have it any other way in these times of disarray Times are rough but I kinda hope certain shit stays the way it is, better than what it's gonna be when the smoke clears, when there's no more leaves on the trees the candy shop is open providing opiates for the masses nodding out in my lawn chair shaded by sunglasses The good days are fleeting but they're always invited The rebellion at our age kept us undivided green games and grape dutches using them like crutches carrying us through the year, always stocked up in bunches We were doing it right, getting nothing accomplished Took me 5 years to tell the story and get that shit polished only talking to myself but I'm cool with that Trying to graduate from rap, finish up and never turn back

Had a long cold winter at the bad boy school They thought it would finally get me to follow a single rule They called that shit RYSE Reaching youth through support and education that shit was nothing but demoralization had a bitch for a principal, her last name garlic a rotten, condescending, lying cocksucking harlot I kinda liked my teacher, she was stout and cute but my style was cramped by this fucking brute who was always kicking kids out of the class to a place called timeout where you sit on your ass people on their way to the bathroom walking by and laughing knowing that there's nothing you can do about the place that you're trapped in so I started rapping off the top of my dome a girl liked my shit, gave me the number to her phone but she was pulled away by that fat fuck I mentioned bullying young kids to rape society for a pension I met some of the coolest kids in the world during those 45 days frowned upon by administration for their outlandish ways the whole experience was surreal, so fucking bizarre coinciding with the insanity of the year of the gnar long walks on the pavement, slippery patches of ice living a life I don't want of nothing but sacrifice never saw any of my paychecks, blinded by the weed smoke pullin' blunts til I choked, washing 'em down with a rum and a coke so many fears I could never convert to tears dry eyes, blood red, with unlimited drugs and beer I was not to be fucked with, but they fucked with me anyway Trying to get the fuck out of that place with mad police in the way R Y S E Ratchet fucking yuppies sucking the dick of the enemy I'd pay some damn good money, to watch those fuckers bleed I'm all out of shit to say so let the beat recede, peace