The buffalo is wading deeply
into the mud.
Ripe is the rice.

And white.
There’s almost no wind.
Sun in circles.

Rice is the door,
quietly is rustling at ajaring...

The proud warship Aiko sits in harbour,
Showing the flags, firing off salutes.
Her crew boasts to tourists of tremendous exploits,
Proud to serve on the pride of the navy.

The crew line the rails as the boilers build pressure.
It’s time to depart on the latest mission.
She looks pristine, her paint’s good as new
But the inside is rotting, she shouldn’t have put to sea.

Her latest mission, as always, to assist an ally in distress.
The crew, resolute, prepares for the fight.
She arrives on the site of the stricken merchant
And sends repair crews to close up the hull.

So far all is well, she’s able to help
But the chief engineer is highly upset.
He begs his captain to repair his own ship.
The decay is critical; she’s on the verge of collapse.

He’s rejected, of course – the other ship’s more important.
Finally the merchant’s fixed, and the crews come back.
They’re put straight to work, to salvage their home.
But Aiko’s already off to help others again.

En route to the next, they sail into a storm
‘No matter’, the captain said, ‘we’ve done this before!’
Perhaps so, but the ship was in better shape then.
The ship’s dashed against Noose Reef by the hundred-foot waves
Water floods in – the Aiko seems lost.

The rope in her hand, she weighs the choice.

[Intro: Jhene Aiko]
What's up?
Been a minute since we kicked it, you've been caught up
With them *******, I don't get it, you're a star love
You shouldn't have to deal with that
I'd never make you feel like that
Cause...

[Hook: Jhene Aiko]
I love me, I love me enough for the both of us
That's why you trust me, I know you been through more than most of us
So what are you? What are you, what are you so afraid of?
Darling you, you give but you cannot take love

[Verse 1: Drake]
I needed to hear that ****, I hate when you're submissive
Passive aggressive when we're textin', I feel the distance
I look around the peers that surround me, these ****** trippin'
I like when money makes a difference but don't make you different
Started realizin' a couple places I could take it
I want to get back to when I was that kid in the basement
I want to take it deeper than money, *****, vacation
And influence a generation that's lackin' in patience
I've been dealing with my dad, speakin' of lack of patience
Just me and my old man gettin' back to basics
We've been talkin' 'bout the future and time that we wasted
When he put that bottle down, girl that *****'s amazin'
Well, **** it, we had a couple Coronas
We might have rolled a white paper, just somethin' to hold us
We even talked about you and our couple of moments
He said we should hash it out like a couple of grown ups
You a flower child, beautiful child, I'm in your zone
Lookin' like you came from the 70's on your own
My mother is 66 and her favorite line to hit me with is
Who the **** wants to be 70 and alone?
You don't even know what you want from love anymore
I search for somethin' I'm missing and disappear when I'm bored
But girl, what qualities was I lookin' for before?
Who you settlin' for? Who better for you than the boy, huh?

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Drake]
Thinkin' 'bout Texas, back when Porscha used to work at Treasures
Or further back than that, before I had the Houston leverage
When I got Summer a Michael Kors with my momma's debit
A weak attempt at flexin', I'll never forget it
Cause that night I played her three songs
Then we got to talkin' 'bout something we disagreed on
Then she start tellin' me how I'll never be as big as Trey Songz
Boy was she wrong, that was just negative energy for me to feed off
Now it's therapeutic blowin' money in the Galleria
Or Beverly Center Macy's where I discovered Bria
Landmarks of the muses that inspired the music
When I could tell it was sincere without tryin' to prove it
The one that I needed was Courtney from ******* on Peachtree
I've always been feelin' like she was the piece to complete me
Now she engaged to be married, what's the rush on commitment?
Know we were goin' through some ****, name a couple that isn’t
Remember our talk in the parking lot at the Ritz
Girl I felt like we had it all planned out, I guess I ****** up the vision
Learnin' the true consequences of my selfish decisions
When you find out how I’m livin' I just hope I’m forgiven
It seem like you don’t want this love anymore
I’m actin' out in the open, it’s hard for you to ignore
But girl, what qualities was I lookin' for before?
Who you settlin' for, who better for you than the boy, huh?

[Hook]

[Outro: Baka]
"Been Baka aka Not Nice from time, G. Been a East Side ting. Scarborough ting from time, G, been have up di ting dem from time, G. So I don't know what's wrong with these little wasteman out here eh? Y'all need to know yourself."

My girl died and I lost my mind
You were here for me when I was on the edge and almost took my life away
She was all I had
I had just committed, but unfortunately she took her life away - thinking this was the way out of the world of the cruel
My heart was between her thighs - she fell and it broke
I still bleed, pain - no happiness
Her picture still lingers in my eyes
She's all that I can see
I got this new girl, but I can't get my mind off this predicament
Things aren't the same - it's hard not to think about her

[Inspired by: Ab Soul Ft Jhene Aiko - Closure]

Tory Lanez
Drake
The Weeknd
PartyNextDoor
Post Malone
ILoveMakonnen
RDGLDGRN
Kyle
G-Eazy
Rae Sremmurd
Future
Travis Scott
Lana Del Rey
Bryson Tiller
Jhene Aiko
Cal Scruby
Twenty-one pilots
The Neighbourhood
Zayn Malik
Jimi Hendrix
Nina Simone
Damian Marley ft Nas
Stephen Marley ft Wyclef Jean ft Nina Simone (Song:keeper of the flame)
No-Maddz (Song: Shotta)
Jesse Royal

flower child.
so soft spoken and sweet.
            you are my hippy sister.
fashionista you set trends.
         I love your vibe.
so calm and carefree.
with a creative mind and unique soul
                        you are art.
I can imagine you with a
                              big curly fro.
paint cans, brushes and canvases
               cluttering your NewYork flat
as sounds of
Lana del Rey and Jhene Aiko
              fill your apartment
and posters of
Aubrey Graham
grace your walls
          ten years from now.
O.Rob.

Black and blue striped leggings,
A small white shirt with dangling hoop earrings.
This is what she wore on a good day in my mind.
Quite the opposite of what I saw when I opened my eyes.
Watching the moon sail across a ocean of stars, the brilliance of stars.
A everlasting testimony.
Regardless the size of the waves that come crashing down.
She shone the brightest.
In a language thats misunderstood all around the world, would she understand mine.
To participate in such tutelage, what joy did I hope to accomplish.
Searching the inside of my eyes,
Considering the brightest twinkle in the sky the wink of her eye.
Releasing the silence of fear in a hopeful sigh.
Without hope of the day, I kept her hidden in my dreams.
Soon realizing the crash course of broken dreams, waking up just before the good part.
As vivid as she appeared when my eyes were closed I believed anything was possible.
Looking to the stars through a telescope, seeing her as the one that shines the brightest

They say girls who listen to Jhené Aiko are toxic
And girls who listen to Summer Walker are dramatic
The ones who listen to SZA are eccentric
And the ones who belt out all three are chaotic
But why is it that female emotion is a threat?
Why does female expression make you upset?
Is it because you’re afraid of what’s next?
Of a woman realizing that what she feels towards you is regret?
Of a woman coming to terms with the hell you tried to make her forget?
Of her understanding that you’ll be forever in her debt?
As she grieves her heartache away with Jhené,
Misses you more with Summer,
And realizes her power with SZA,
She becomes an improved version of the woman you never deserved

It had hurt
When I had to
Watch you leave
From the window.
But isn't that
Why they call it
Window pain?
I could thank
Eminem for the line
But that's too formal.
And the fact is
I didn't see you at all.
It happened over Kik,
And I just so happened
To be starring out my window
While I felt
The pain
Of you yanking
My heart out of my chest,
In its most fragile form,
And dropping it
To the concrete
Allowing it to shatter.
I thought you cared,
But I thought wrong.
Again.
I won't look for a new
Fix It Felix Jr
To fix
What Ralph
Wrecked this time, again.
I won't blast
Jhene Aiko chanting
"I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you
I don't need you,
But I want you."
Because it will only
Increase my hurt emotions.
I won't remove our pictures
From my facebook, instagram, Twitter or gallery.
I won't change my status to "single"
Because tomorrow,
When we make 9 months,
We'll be happy...Again.