Heartstrings EP

by Evanturetime x Tim De Cotta

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released April 27, 2017

Produced by Evanturetime. Performed by E. Low, T. De Cotta. Lyrics by T. De Cotta.

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For the good times and reflecting on the harder times. For the moment, and for the immorality that each documented moment creates.

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Track Name: Take Off (Explicit)
Pop wheels up as we fly down
Underground
unwound as we make little sense of big sounds all around us
Flamboyant ain't nothing but floating above showboating
And dopin people to see you with more substance than you copin
Hopin this game... Ends up to be brisk as you tick off the list of superficiality and substance abuse needed to keep up the damn ruse it's no use when you lose sight of the destiny you choose to conform and diffuse

Misusin the cards you were dealt with but where does it get you
In the room of another circle jerk what the fuck? no thank you
Can't you
See its all a parade as we clown and degrade
this artistry endlessly
When Notice me seem to be the only words in your vocabulary
With tabulary character
Soulless and amateur
Excel cells and formulas to define you forms you as
A human being not seeing or open
To the wonders of the universe beyond what you've saved in your expensive computas
You loose your data as your overuse your trust in technology honestly I distrust faith in humanity when someone like Trump's winning the election that's insanity

But me and E are tryina bring something to ya
And show you there's way more than nothing to ya
Ooo ya
You gotta wake up and recognise
Presence is in actively living and choosing what's good for ya

Before there's nothing to ya
Booya
Track Name: Puppet (feat. Weish) (Explicit)
You think you the in-crowd in-crowd
But you know what they say about them vessels when they most loud most loud you make the most noise
when you come in a room like you know all the popular girls and boys girls and boys like you hit it when you were 6,
trying show off your tricks, pickup up your damn sticks f**king camera clicks
you take a selfie
but you ain’t seeing the self in self-esteem's not there it’s just a memory
you go home alone
you aint never bared your soul beyond 15 seconds on an instagram
you put on a show on a show
even for the f**king cat at the lift landing what I don’t understand
you delusional you’re delusional
your ego so big you can’t see the shadow it casts all around you
It’s irrefutable irrefutable
you so far past gone in the darkness no one ever can even find you
You just a puppet
to your own vanity pulling the strings everyday at the expense of your sanity
You just a puppet
to your own vanity pulling the strings everyday at the expense of your sanity
Snap out of it
When your style engulfs your substance you lose your soul you can’t get out of it Snap out of it
When your style engulfs your substance you lose your soul you can’t get out of it Snap out of it
When you guile is misplaced and your soul gets imprisoned you can’t get out of it Snap out of it
Puppet
Snap out of it
F**king Puppet.
Oh. Oh I bet you feel like your stuff feels so damn good
When all the misunderstood kids scrolling through their digital childhood Tell you what just how much it is they adore ya
Their role model but aren’t ya
Glad they can’t see past all that bravado
To see you’re hollow, a spectacle
A walking advertisement with no real soul
f**king puppet
and don’t you smile smile smug little smile with two twinkles and two eyes
as you coo inside
over your face, prettily spaced
under cover of an album
that you haven’t even written
photoshoot extravaganza,
before writing your first stanza
you’re fussing over the design
‘fore you finish your first line
your first chord your first note your first word cause you don’t have no words
you just want to be heard
saying nothing at all
you just want to be seen
on a magazine
show all your friends the places you’ve been doing nothing at all f**king puppet
doing nothing at all you’re just a puppet
Snap out of it
When your style engulfs your substance you lose your soul you can’t get out of it Snap out of it
When your style engulfs your substance you lose your soul you can’t get out of it Snap out of it
When you guile is misplaced and your soul gets imprisoned you can’t get out of it Snap out of it
Puppet
Snap out of it
F**king Puppet.
Snap out of it Snap out of it
Track Name: Writer's Block (Explicit)
I'm barraged by self-doubt
Ain't nothing in my head it's all flushed out
Ain't no inspiration left its all checked out clout to my ear all my thoughts disappear amnesia's got me all drugged out

Fucking blank as I try to write a verse
Totally immersed in nothingness
As vast as the universe
but first I gotta find a way to traverse this emptiness and reverse this damn curse

to add a cursor to the document
Damn this predicament
That I'm in
self-inflicted but No less its evident

Testament to my stubborn will to
Void myself of feel but ain't no sense to it
I'm tired I can't feel

The words that flow through me
nothing's going through what the hell
Screw me
Gotta get outside my head just to get to me

Outer body experiencing the block
writer's shock oh i lost it aaaah what the fuck

Type a word press delete
Have an idea think delete
Think defeat no idea why my writing's blocked on repeat

Irritation’s building up in my gut
I walk to the fridge find myself something to eat in this rut

postpone my expression fill myself with anxiety
knowing my potential’s way ahead of me
leaving me behind and laughing at me seriously
I only got cliche’s like the phrase “Im my own worst enemy”

The End of me is beginning to become a reality
as I get blocked again and again it’s a rebound in this game
getting dealt the same hand since I came ain’t no one to frame
only myself to blame
Track Name: Heartstrings (Explicit)
When you from the school of hard knocks
You don't know nothing but hard knocks
You think love feels like hard rocks
Hard cocks replacing your heartstrings on lock

Wearing a girl like she just a pair hard socks
Wearing her out till her motherfuckin heart stops
Loving you but you ain't seen it yet you hard block
No love get into you unless it's hard knocks

Knocking on the door of your heart like a ram by hard cops
Special forces can't extricate you or unlock
The escape from your heartless status quo you unrocked
they can't even make a shot on you like a gun glock

Flock to the beat of the shot you start clock
Racing as fast as your heart that can't jock
Like a disc with all its groove and track but can't dock
Like a ship that's caught in a hurricane that can't drop

The anchor to pull itself out of the eye it can’t stop
drifting away beyond the waves that can chop
as high as the tides and the moon above that’s on top
the meadows and fields thats starting to harvest bad crop

just stop, listen to your heart you’re not outta luck
blind to the danger in the season like a sitting duck
fuck, wake up and chase the birds that are in flock
Unlock the gates to your freedom that you have blocked