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Bloo
03:31
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They ain’t got no clue
Know that
They be turning on the screw
No doubt
Feel sad yet never blue
You know inside there’s never Bloo
And there’s so little left of you
Kodak
Woke up had a dream
Where I could breath
Was so nice
I wish I couldn’t ever leave
Imagine daydreaming over and over
Life going slower no closure
No hangover
Sleep forever
Woke up smiling I was fuckin' flying
Not lying
The grass was blue
Not trying to leave
I’m good
It seems like none of it’s true
Although the greens they didn’t cut through
I’ve seen black goo healthier than you
Welcome to Eden
No one is leaving
Welcome to Eden
No one be leaving
Them walls are getting closer
That’s no dream
The voice that’s on my shoulder
Ain’t no fiend
Told me that
We were gonna make it
Takes time but they will fix it
I’ll find a way to shake it
But I’m tired
I’m fucking trapped in my own mind
Feel too much and I can’t find sleep
Imagine life though them sad eyes
Think I’m nuts but I don’t mind
I don’t worry in the end
Might be a theory
I’m imaginary like them friends
Form the awesome series
Welcome to Eden
No one is leaving
Welcome to Eden
No one be leaving
There’s nothing to worry about now
I finally found a way to get out now
Cruising through empty alleys
With nothing interesting to do
How come I always end where I started
Dreaming about breathing
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2. |
DIRT!
03:19
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Feel like a ghost pirate
A virus
Coast's quiet
Hands like Midas
I’ll turn minus to highest
I bring the silence
When I speak the holy science
And I be facing giants
Watch me treat them like some clients
I’m no notorious
My dreams aren’t that serious
But on a rhinoceros
My ambitions are glorious
I spit flames
Burn planes made out of paper
A game without the pleasure
Feel plane gimme more liquor
Not chains
Got fangs that are luxurious
Don’t make me use my hands
They’re big and monstrous
My nightmares be like death
Sad and contagious
Keep you all night and watch
That’ll be hilarious
Yeah but it hurts
You know dirt is not a funny curse
Cry rivers, puddles, blood
You could even squirt
Yeah but it hurts
You know dirt is not a funny curse
Cry rivers, puddles, blood
And dance in a kinky skirt
Don’t stop laughing
Mister Monk’s a funny monkey
So no feeding
That bitter punk is lonely sonny-boy
Saw you’re reflexion
No rejection no more pills boy
Try confetti when you’re ready
Fun without thrills boy
But I’m bored now
Let’s take something fancy or hardcore
I need to show I’m a goofball
I’ll crawl like a dog
I’m a whore please pet me
Snow White me
Poison fruit then laugh at me
I’m tired, you’re wet
We’re two bags of sweat
You’re not home, you’re upset
You cry snow, you’re depressed
I guess stress's a nice dress
I'm about success
Annoying selfish
Helpless like shellfish
No pirate be ghost
At midnight vanish
Cinderella?
At most compare me to Gus Gus
Yeah but it hurts
You know dirt is not a funny curse
Cry rivers, puddles, blood
You could even squirt
Yeah but it hurts
You know dirt is not a funny curse
Cry rivers, puddles, blood
And dance in a kinky skirt
And who’s the one that said
That best things are ahead
Deadheads, blockheads and no woodsheds
I’m tired you’re wet
I’m tired you’re wet
I’m tired
I wanna rest
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Three insta likes
I hope they won't go away
I’m craving for some fame
But I’m not supposed to say
Want bottles of champagne
Fans screaming out my name
But I got no name so
Three or a milli' it’s all the same
I hate the songs I make
Just 'cause they’ve got no plays
I’m waiting for my break
There’re bills I have to pay
I need to go online
To find cool words to say
It takes a lot of time
Didn’t find cool words to say
The stress and numbers
They won’t go away
Talking about the pressure
Won’t help with the pain
The stress and numbers
They won’t go away
Could also work much later
And procrastinate
It’s 3AM
And I’m still procrastinating
Came up with awesome ways
To avoid working
I’ll play games
Say it feeds my inspiration
I’m broke
So only inspired by Rayman Legends
The stress and numbers
They won’t go away
Talking about the pressure
Won’t help with the pain
The stress and numbers
They won’t go away
It takes a lot of time
To find cool words to say
Yet it’s much more easier
I like hiding
Yes it’s much more easier
Complaining
The stress and numbers
They won’t go away
Pop some cheap champagne
Nothing to celebrate
The stress and numbers
They won’t go away
Stay awake
Wait for something great
It’s so more easier
Hiding
It’s so more easier
Hiding
Got no games to play
Got no words to say
Guess it’s much more easier
Will I ever get better?
Complaining
Complaining
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4. |
Carousel
02:13
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Our lungs are stuck
In an endless ocean
Of blue thoughts and pictures
In slow motion
And your mind
Is a weird amusement park
Where each ride’s an aquarium
Of sharks
I remember losing my teeth
In a sad dream
And I could see the ocean
Coming for me
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5. |
Host
03:59
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What a way to set the mood
A silent city, stuff chopped and screwed
Don’t even think about being rude
Taste fear
Spit gratitude
Docility, lack of hostility
This beat and I are liars
We feel affinity
Future servility
We’ll hug you in your sleep like spiders
Stop with that attitude
You’re still dog food no meal but you’re so screwed
Were you chewed?
I’m sure you taste like butter
But you might taste better with pepper
You blighter
Chill stop looking for snipers
The clic are your teeth
No biter, no trigger
Later, I’ll cook that muscle fibre
No answers
Paranoia’s tighter
Monsters in every alley
Sadly you’re lost
Can’t find a lady
Carry a pair
You should wear a fanny
We hate boys
Well they taste like candy
I guess we love brains but we could suck your veins
Don’t give names
Let doubt remain
First need to drain you
Such a pretty diner
Show us the colour of that muscle fibre
You look like you’ve seen a ghost
You know most folks hope it’s a hoax
No running for help
I’m a nice host
Treat my meat like royalty at all cost
Nothing like safety
You can breath
Don’t wanna eat smurf boy
But you can’t leave
But really, no Floyd boy
Yet I’m naive
I know you’ll stick around boy
Or I’ll shoot like cops around kids with toys boy
Now we be waiting for the heat
Sweat the onions make ‘em sweet
Add some butter, then the treat
Wait an hour, then you’ll eat
Annoying like a lobster
Relax dip in the hot tub
Eggs, oil and some mustard
No need to worry now it’s all over
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6. |
Elephant
02:44
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Told you to come closer
But you’ve been siting all night
The party’s not over
Y’all just so fucking uptight
Light it up, I’m a smoker
Make this moment the highlight
Come on now, move slower
Before we burn in sunlight
Don’t act like you know me
No homie
Can’t you see I’m lost
We can agree
No vampire
But thirsty
Throw up? Yeah it’s easy
To me it’s ordinary
And what’s up with the elephant?
He’s eloquent
And suddenly
The whole thing’s irrelevant
No liar
He’s no Goliath
Stop asking
The rooms was so quiet
Told you to come closer
But you’ve been sitting all night
Told you to come closer
Told you told you to all night
Told you to come closer
But you’ve been sitting all night
Told you to come closer
Told you told you to dance
Let go back to dancing
Was I alone?
Was it a cutscene, I’m clean
In my zone like I’m sixteen
And I’m wearing the same jeans
I’ve grown
I’m no child, see you can spot
My addiction to caffein
Tried YouTube routines
Bullshit like minimalism
Hate it
Cheap defence mechanism
I wake up in the evening
Call it darwinism
Elephant’s still in the room
Confused it with a pelican
Eyes blinded by the full moon
And I’m sure as hell decadent
The prince of darkness
Is still evil even in a pink dress
And I’m a adult man hating the process
Cosplay Sasuke but in distress
Told you to come closer
But you’ve been sitting all night
Told you to come closer
Told you told you to all night
Told you to come closer
But you’ve been sitting all night
Told you to come closer
Told you told you to
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7. |
Robbie the Rabbit
03:20
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Talk about sleeping
My bed’s the set
Not sure about the ending
But it starts when he creeps in
Can’t look around
No one's not moving
I’m staring in the dark
And I’m scared he’ll lean in
He’s here
So quiet yet near
The movie’s starting
I feel like Casey
Scream
Alone in your house
Drew’s not the star
Ghost face cut her part
It’s too much
For me to handle
Get out, no sleep
Wake up and skedaddle
Play games, watch movies
Forget why I’m tired
Turn around, still loony
Like I’m in Jacobs Ladder
Feel my head shaking
Blood’s boiling
Big boy burning
Like I’m Cybil
Roll the credits
It’s time to pass out
One last movie
Scare myself then blackout
Eyes are glowing
Bright and yellow
Everything’s spiralling
Vincent Van Gogh
No face showing
A mask, leather, a beak no feathers
A witch doctor, a banshee
In this cold weather
Is he here for a show?
A silent mannequin, a crow
Is he breathing, he’s slow
I’m hiding, scared like Gizmo
And everything’s upside down
Like in the eighties
There’s no Eleven around
Only dead bodies and laughter
Pink bunnies and mechanical spiders
I’m Heather
Clumsy and crushed by a roller coaster
My monsters teeth
Wont show it’s appetite
But maybe what’s underneath
Wants to take a bite
He might stand still
To sing a lullaby
Or he waits to sting
The shape of my heart
For art
Or for some fucked up religion
Lead us to paradise
Like a muscular pigeon
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8. |
Bubbles
04:21
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I think we’re in October
Not sure ‘cause everything’s slower
I’m sober
So I could use a comfy shoulder
I guess I’m empty with no brain
I can’t feel a thing I’m in no pain
Weather is cloudy and bitter
There’s no change and it’s better
Such a beautiful day
The wool in the sky is lovely and bright
Quite pretty with rain
For sure, it’s lovely
I might just feel a little lighter
Distract myself from booze
And use this time to cruise around
A dizzy satellite
But I’m busy snoozing
Staring at a celling
Imagining stars
Ignore the spiders eating
Cause sometimes
I won’t move from some time
I’m waiting for something
Hungry that’ll casually eat me
I feel I need a drink
Might just be cheaper than a shrink
Can’t think I need a fix
I’m dough I can shape shift
Head’s slow? I’ll go ape shit
Sick flow in my toolkit
Don’t go that’s a cheap trick
Just a sip
I have no grip and the tip of my tongue’s dancing
Like a thirsty addict
Jeez I miss trees and bees are gone
They’re at ease
Diseases spawned then a breeze
Killed everyone
Good news, I’m out
There’s nothing left to write about
Removed myself from the gutter
I’ll get some sleep and feel better
Maybe I’ll dream of something silly
Wake up to a gorgeous lily
Watch a movie, like a Disney
Enjoy life before it kills me
I guess I’m happier now
Nothing matters no more masters
Not disposable now
One last lagger
Goodbye to fake feelings
I’ll be leaving
Tomorrow’s my new beginning
Good night I’m finally sleeping
I think we’re in October
Not sure ‘cause everything’s slower
I’m sober
So I could use a comfy shoulder
Am I older?
Am I the same boulder?
The guy I was back in September
Man what a hangover
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MX MNK Paris, France
Mr. Monk is the Electronic Hip-Hop project of Sonny Bellonie, a Paris based artist, producer and musician. The nostalgic and eerie sound of his music draws inspiration from his struggles with depression, mood swings and addiction all brought together in a colourful and uncanny aesthetic inspired by surrealist and video game imagery. ... more
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