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Mid

by Slake Dransky

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Robert retains the fun bounciness of Spoonerism with some seriously wicked beats Favorite track: Smoosh (feat. Lake Stovall).
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This is dedicated to the K-pop Stans the legends of the fucking failed state. For the outcasts like Hey Ya! This is for the five Seattleites piping up every April like "this year the mariners make the playoffs!" Playoffs!? Life's tough so I fly like that You take a punch & you fight right back That's how it goes now I wish that I could deliver the perfect set just to resurrect all the independent venues that have closed down Phones out we too accustomed to bodies. The newest daily routine is black death then coffee Constant plays watching it soften the same part of your body your brain talks with. Hard to remain conscious. We escape with medication Open the blinds up Let the rays in Reading breathing and writing Seeing the organized Redefine stasis. You don't understand who you play with, like Ooooooo I can hear you asking what's the use I feel you. Some days I don't know me Some days I can finally find my groove I know. Can you feel me I got nerve sometimes. Hurt sometimes. I can make it work sometimes. Flex one time Make it make sense I'm trying. Just don't lie to me. Cuz I don't do this to get some listens I don't pen page for great reviews I make the music cuz it makes me happy If I do that I can do this for you! For you! (You you you you you) This is for the K-Pop stans and... and you! This is dedicated to the K-Pop Stans the legends of the fucking failed state. For the outcasts like Hey Ya! This is for the five Seattleites piping up every April like "this year the mariners make the playoffs!" Playoffs!?? Took a moment had to find my path My tongue is sore when I bite like that I guess I know now Homies are getting married and planting seeds & suddenly I don't recognize the people in my hometown. There's no preparing for that. Know that whatever it is, you'll be there when it happens. This is the very miraculous proletariat rap edition It's breaking out of the packaging Damn it's good to be back again Cuz I don't do this to get some listens I don't pen page for great reviews I make the music cuz it makes me happy If I can do that I can do this for you This is for the K-Pop Stans...and you
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The Garden 03:01
Smoke mid Save money Vibin' with the broke kids all the rich folks way stuffy All the rich folks hate puppies All the rich folks love boats; they don't see the wave coming Smoke mid Save money Vibin' with the broke kids all the rich folks way stuffy All the rich folks using you to make money I don't think they see the wave coming. Motherfucker Smoke mid Save money (woah!) Smoke mid Save money Buddy Smoke mid Save money Vibin' with the broke kids all the rich folks way stuffy. Reggie Jackson the puff, but I don't fuck with Yankees The underbellies of perfect places are something scathing Thinking we can just manifest away subjugating That's like thinking Spotify actually plans to compensate the artist (Hm) I'm just tryna have good sex be a good friend a great hominid. I'm the type to take a old mess make a whole lesson, Coalesce a great armistice. Lotta homies in the garden but they say the groundwater got the arsenic. Lotta ways you could parse that, but a lotta people still parched as shit. All my dissonance cognitive Smoke warped tour with the drama kids On the 4th floor where the drahgon lives Wait dragon lives Is it Kamiak or Kamiakin? I ain't rap God I'm leviathan No have nots No reach across the fucking aisle shit Free Palestine No Zionists like (chill out drizzy) RIP the vibes when the lights woop, whoa! Y'all got baby blue setting fire to the coast Feels like 2020 was a really long drive thru All that time and money, this the wrong food (no!) They say yeah but you eating Half a bird in the hand you burning the bush for relief and They burn holes in their pockets for no approximate reason Planting they seeds in your soil then taking off for the weekend I think we (uh) too obsessed with making moves just to get rich I just wanna sleep well knowing everybody got all they need to exist Maybe I can take pride in my hometown and still call it out when they miss Maybe we could finally fucking hear No Name homie normalize smoking mid Sick. Smoke mid Save money Vibin' with the broke kids all the rich folks way stuffy All the rich folks using you to make money I don't think they see the wave coming Motherfucker Smoke mid (Breakdown) Smoke mid Save money Vibin' with the broke kids all the rich folks way stuffy All the rich folks using you to make money I don't think they see the wave coming Buddy
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[Verse 1] [Slake] After we smoke this we gotta get- Step up and I slaughter on the beat Kurt V- V- Vonnegut Young Slake two feet on the ottoman Nothing like a living room concert confidence Love and vision won't fail me All my friends treat me like old family Confidence hits peaks and valleys To each their own season Life will know many Vibes on gold rush Found your light now it's nice to know ya I'm just tryna keep my eyes above Cuz after we smoke this we're gonna get, what? [Chorus] [Slake] After we smoke this we gotta get fucked up Mmmmmm After we smoke this we gotta get fucked up Yeah yeah! After we smoke this we gotta get fucked up Mmmmmm After we smoke this we gotta get fucked up [Verse 2] [Taylor Morse] Yeah I like to have a good time Long as we're on the same page I will say if it don't feel right But for now this is okay I'm pretty patient baby but I need a good night We should kick it smoke about it for a lil while I'm not playing when it comes to my time So if you wanna feel good you're my type. I'm just tryna get fucked up I'm just tryna have a real good time If you want you can pull up, ay Come through baby it's 'bout time cuz After we smoke this we gotta get fucked up (we gotta get fucked up) After we smoke this we're gonna get fucked up (Bring me in now0 [Chorus] [Slake] After we smoke this we gotta get fucked up Mmmmmm After we smoke this we gotta get fucked up Yeah yeah! After we smoke this we gotta get fucked up Mmmmmm After we smoke this we gotta get fucked up [Verse 3] [AceChristo] Fresh off the plane need a blaze 7 days of vacay rolled in a J Let the vibes wipe away all the pain you feel today So we run away Scooby Dooby Doo wrapped in a Swishy Never pack squishy Squad swim but we never fishy Only thing we serve are some dishies of food (oh shit) Ain't that the truth! If the peeps peep They gon' squeak but that shit don't last a week Stay on your peak Stay on your grind You stay on my mind Spread Agape don't hate, okay Period dot don't overthink This is so wholesome what you drink? Little bit of 'bucha never down the sink Cuz after the dank We gotta skank [Chorus] [Slake] After we smoke this we gotta get fucked up Mmmmmm After we smoke this we gotta get fucked up Yeah yeah! After we smoke this we gotta get fucked up Mmmmmm After we smoke this we gotta get fucked up [Breakdown] We gotta get fucked up Truth is, we were already fucked up Already fucked up 2020. Woah.
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[Opening Skit] HOST: Welcome back to another round of "Forget Ya Had It?" our next contestant, Brandon! BRANDON:...Oh my god I forgot I had that! HOST: See ya next time, folks. [Pre-verse] You are I am For sure I'm not Okay Who is Good shit Stay mid Let's just vibe. For real tho Thank you My bad So much Again That's all I have Who's next To dip It's just time. Time and time again I am I'm not who is for sure So much I've got to give you are Already faded. Faded. Wait wait look- I've probably smoked in half the parking lots that good ol' Mukilteo had to offer I was Seventeen cleansing my chakras Whole life ahead of me Threw more parties than books in lockers I remember half of what I've forgotten Aw fuck what happened? We were taking our prom pics at gasworks Didn't see your text about maybe meeting up after Seven years later I casually hit you back like I dont know if you heard, but I'm a rapper... Now. So... We should catch up. Normalize smoking out with your friends Normalize making out with your friends I don't know, like I was cute but was scared back then It's amazing what ypu start to forget [Chorus] I swear to God I probably wrote the best hook of all time then forgot that shit I forgot that shit! I, Probably wrote the best hook of all time but I forgot that shit I forgot that shit! Like, I was only sixteen in my jeep like We were rolling six deep on a school night When I wrote the best hook of all time but i forgot that shit I forgot that shit This is what y'all get [Interlude] This is what y'all get I forgot that shit. This is what y'all get I am I'm not who is for sure So much I've got to give you are Already faded. [Verse 2] Young Slake wrote mouthfuls It was no hook no b sides Played my first sold out show I was so nervous couldn't breathe right Some things can't screenshot Some nights still sneak up When we together we don't sleep much What'd you picture it would be like Pillow talk with a girl that I haven't seen in the better part of a decade Drastically different headspace Waking up back in LA My sheets tucked Your legs spread And we dance my head It's your world I spectate Wife and I ain't met yet I probably already like you FaceTime on bedrest I could bring you some hi-chews Lifetime hella precious Still too short like haikus When my heart broke I was messed up I just left it I don't like glue. I'm becoming antithetical It's very fluid. Tidepool. Very fluid Tidepool. Very fluid Tidepool. They don't even read the pocket signs Picking thorns out the Bible Haven't thought about kids yet Hope they look just like you.
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Signal 02:00
I don't see shit I dont say shit (nah) I don't know shit I don't claim shit (nah) I don't see shit I don't say shit (nah) I don't, I- don't Hundreds moving quickly in the black block I don't see shit, blame the sticky for the brain rot (Rot rot watch 'em) Real g's move like water do Move when opportune What's a party without a opp or two? They either catching COVID or the swine flu They gon' try to pacify you lullaby moves (Woop woop) On my Tobi Lou got a tight troop Liquify, make the night news Then we dilute Very sorry I skipped class I was busy ass whooping on the bootlick bastards Got the neighbor kids swoopin' in a pandemic When we kick back it's the tear gas canisters. I hear the same fucking rhetoric losing the message the second you riot and loot I seen a homie remaining suspiciously quiet like what you think silence gon do? Mississippi been burning Minnesota burning tell me what's a fire to prove it The fucking movement ain't a monolith the department is that's the problem with blue White folks on the megaphone maybe take a breath maybe pass that. Red Hat brought the killers out no Ghostface no snapchat They didn't have to make the hill hot Now we dirty dancing with the ham hocks I de-arrest then get back to taking care of my-
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We'll have pastors eating nachos All their families will be too (Bum bum bum( And the kids will do the dishes This is only family food We'll have pastors eating nachos (wah wah wah wahhhh) It's a hit
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I love a good laugh good smooth track Good cry lie about it She love a good nap good SMOOSH Now your body bout it She gave me good hat no cap I got a good hat that's cap. She a PRO like ASCAP Wait pass that I love a good laugh good smooth track Good cry lie about it She love a good nap good SMOOSH Now your body bout it She gave me good hat no cap I got a good hat that's cap She a pro like- Bro keep talking but please pass that. I love a good laugh good smooooth Smooooth (smooth smoo!) Silky shit She love a good nap good smoosh! Smoosh! I take my antifa paycheck, rain dance, Motherfucker say less Album to a tape ooo pace so break neck This music shit I'm a freak bout it Legend in my very tight circle I'm Steve Higgins pre-Fallon Seek balance; motivate. Some of y'all calling capital protests Batman's protege Some of y'all use dangerous nomenclature You loyal to only paper and property I find that hella laaaame I find relief in the beat Himalayan Sea Salt the way I'm eating the pink I don't sleep with the sheets Too much heat in my thinks I don't fuck with ICE homie less it's freezing the drink You feel me? Said less it's freezing the drink You feel me? No ICE homie 'less it's freezing the drink You feel me? It's all hype shit me & Supreme We keep the lights if she likes what she sees You feel me? You feel me?! [~a buncha bullshit~] [Lake] Feelin' timeless You remind me Baby you remind me of somebody else I just wanna know do you do this to yourself Why you losing yourself? She let loose We gon' Smoosh Now she lost in it In the movement That's what I'm saying I'm moving around She came to the house I already bounced Like baby one sec Came right back Smoosh like action figures You got You got everything I need Sing your praise in doses Half a dozen roses scattered on the floor How was I supposed to ever let you go You got You got everything I need Sing your praise in doses Half a dozen roses scattered on the floor I would do the most I'd never let you go [Slake] Baby Baby why you so stressed Why you so distant You got all your friends and your friends won't listen Why you so stressed? Girl you so gifted What could you be worried 'bout What could you be missing? Girl you got me yelling please have mercy Please have mercy Please have mercy on me Please ain't working Please ain't working Please ain't working homie Please have mercy Please have mercy Please have mercy on me Please ain't working Please ain't working Please ain't working homie I love a good laugh good smooth track Good cry lie about it She love a good nap good SMOOSH Now your body bout it She gave me good hat no cap I got a good hat that's cap. She a PRO like ASCAP Baby, pass that I love a good laugh good smooooth Smooooth (smooth smoo!) Silky shit She love a good nap good smoosh! Smoosh! "cut that shit I got a... I just missed a call"
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[Opening] "Drake we're too high" [Slake] Mom is back here, telling me I don't rap well enough "You're never gonna have a fucking career from this shit How much have you made? Oh you won two grand Ohhh they sent you to New York Ohhhh you played in Brooklyn (You opened for JoJo) OhhhHHHhhhh you got Lake Stovall mixing your vocals (I did open for JoJo) He worked with Masego (laughs) Not good enough." [Verse 1] Stage dive at a open mic get uninvited Bar fights I'm leaving em on some vocal fry shit Slake's high the stakes are low The horses are in the back with the payload Life is full of surprises I'm in ultimate fights with all your normative vices I go up like a geyser Give my knucks to the pilot My shit bumps like a night stick Your shit sucks like a pipe hit Baby why you divisive? Anything but the silence, right? Thanks for coming homie who invited you. I don't make decided rules, I just take a lighter to em. I just give designer music to ya at a bargain price. This is a bargain right? [Chorus] They say my chicken scratch is bound to break the surface Everybody high up with the clouds and the origins of bird shit Stay, grounded through the circus, circus Keep your face down it's a circus. They say my chicken scratch is bound to break the surface Everybody high up with the clouds and the origins of bird shit Stay, grounded through the circus circus Keep your face down it's a circus circus. [Verse 2] I was born in the great gray town I'm a ink blot Rorschach: hold me close & make you think a lot Smoke stack: lit lows like the equinox Searching for a friend to help the feeling stop Wait that's fucked I am not impressive persons I was forged out of breath in a basement irksome I have forlorn wept I have tasted dirt A mortar pestle person a grave dessert Like look up! Don your darkest Doc Martins Charge the locked gates and hope your God pardons. Long you've lost faith you let your heart harden Time heals, stocks plummet and thoughts sharpen. Thanks for coming homie I'm delighted to, All my superheroes have vaginas that's my kind of move All my roots are clearly close to dying like the climate do Yo, what you tryna prove? [Chorus] They say my chicken scratch is bound to break the surface Everybody high up with the clouds and the origins of bird shit Stay, grounded through the circus circus Keep your face down it's a circus. They say my chicken scratch is bound to break the surface Everybody high up with the clouds and the origins of bird shit Stay, grounded through the circus circus. Keep your face down it's a circus Woah.
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Mid 03:40
I don't really wanna be to be blunt All I ever wanna be's honest Loyalty to day ones Cruelty's never been an option, no. I don't really wanna be blunt All I ever wanna be's honest Loyalty to day ones Cruelty's never been an option Ah ah! Ah ah! Ah ah! Ah ah! Cruelty's never been an option Ah ah! Ah ah! Ah ah! Ah ah! May your glitter shine gold They say the right soul can piss the whole town off I was born die old Fuck the 5-0 And make my own sound, y'all Post medicinal ground hog Must be this high to clown, y'all Dawn your sugar coat Fake your pic and post Hell to holy ghost hound dogs Nowadays we got old folks all hot "back in my day" so what Same way folks my age like "Slake why you gotta say so much?" Cuz I want you to do shrooms Write my words on a chalkboard And let the picture consume you It's either cool or It's awkward, uh right? I don't really gotta to be blunt All I ever wanna be's honest Loyalty to day ones Cruelty's never been an option, no. I don't really wanna to be blunt All I ever wanna be's honest Loyalty to day ones Cruelty's never been an option Ah ah! Ah ah! Ah ah! Ah ah! Cruelty's never been an option Ah ah! Ah ah! Ah ah! Ah ah! Cruelty's never been an option, no I don't trust the market cuz most the market is mid! (It's mid!) Major artists sell like LA apartments for hits! Think you got a lot but you make your art with permission For the love or the riches can they both coexist Wait so look Hollywood's played out we can go home now. Made the same shit turned great to a ghost town Certified mid if you didn't then you know now Smoke in mirrors, Spoken blunders, I take my old self, I hold him under. I seen the rats nest I told the Onceler He can't come back now We owe the buzzards Absolution wonderland look at y'all gassing for the money dance. Gross. Mac-ish with the cup in hand I just wanna have some fun before I can't. Woah. I'm not my dick but I will fuck I just want my nails done good thats real talk I just want a brand new smile no nip tuck Maybe you could lemme know if you have interest I don't really wanna be to be blunt All I ever wanna be's honest Loyalty to day ones Cruelty's never been an option, no. I don't really need to be blunt All I ever wanna be's honest Loyalty to day ones Cruelty's never been an option Ah ah! Ah ah! Ah ah! Ah ah! Cruelty's never been an option Ah ah! Ah ah! Ah ah! Ah ah! Cruelty's never been an option, no Yeah yeah Yeah yeah It's Mid. It's Mid. It's Mid (It's Mid!!) (Travis Scott shit) It's Mid It's Mid! [Some bullshit]
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Colors 02:58
[Opening narration] "Well I mean that there are the colors, the beauties, the designs, the beautiful way things appear. People themselves, [some] people that I [talk of] appear fascinating, interesting, wonderful...but that's only the beginning." When I think of all the colors I've stowed away What I gave to you And you alone Was all there was to take When I think of all the colors I know you hold of mine They're old, and cracked, and dry. When I think of all the [Vocalizing] And I noticed That you smile with your teeth in your pictures now It's the best thing I've seen in a while I've been getting pretty used To making plans and watching fate take 'em dancing And you can love a man And hate the vanish Mmmmmmm I think I'll give yesterday some space When I think of all the colors I stowed away What I gave to you And you alone Was all there was to take When I think of all the colors I know you hold of mine They're old, and cracked, and dry. If you're score keeping this is chapter six Wish I knew back in boardwalk That the story line woulda look liked this Wish the homies weren't so spaced out Wish it felt like world actually gave a shit I wish I wish that I could write the sweetest melody to save the voice in your head Or paint a portrait of the view through my lens If you could see what I see in you maybe we could make our peace with the ledge [Ending narration] "Suddenly you notice that there aren't these separations. That we are not on a separate island shouting across to somebody else trying to hear what they're saying and misunderstanding them. You know. You used the word yourself: empathy. These things underneath. We're part of a single continent. It meets underneath the water. And with that goes such sweet delight. The sober certainty of waking bliss."
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[Part one] [Intro] Back on time Yo what's up this is AceChristo (talk to em, baby) Thank you guys for taking the time to listen to the tape It truly means the world to us (this is serious shit) Thank you from the bottom of our heart, but wait Hold up We. (more reverb) Got. One. (more reverb) More. For. Y'all (yuh!) (woof!) We made this shit so when you play it your friends will be like "damn son where'd you find this??" We may not have J.I.D. on the track but you know who we do got? AceChristooooo (& Slake!) (woooo) (Jerry, clap) (We ruin everything we touch) [Verse 1] Yeah yeah yeah yeah If I don't make it back on time Don't wait up for me Don't wait up for me Nah nah Ay ay ay Look, I don't make radio hits I make music that maybe someday you can play for your kids Cranial shit Leaves a lingering you can taste on your lips Even pull me out your pocket for rainy days if you wish [Hook] Does it make you happy now? Make you happy now? Would it make you happy now? Make you happy now? [Verse 2] I just want to see my friends at the function Never have to punch in Never waste a minute on pretty petty assumptions I've made of habit of doing shit cuz I love it Like singing Yada Yada with all of my little cousins Got me wishing for a simpler time I remember we met some legends on 11th and Pine Heaven was a balaclava We protected the line I can't believe I'm bout to be 25. It's fine but like I still got a problem with perfection (mmmmm) There will come a time when you gotta unlearn some lessons (mhm) They don't really tell you your twenties are gonna hurt for a second (mmm-mmmmm) Cuz I still got million little unheard questions (mmmmm like) Would it make you happy now? Make you happy now? [Part 2] Still got more to stomach save a nugget for the outro Outro. Violent is the slow tremble I spin the tale like the end of a spider's web In the lion's den I remember the sonnet from psilocybin heads Waiting for the sword to drop In lieu of David the Goliath wept In lieu of you I put to page what I could never send I was so aware you knew me What a life unspent I must have missed the stop. (Let it breath) Violent is the slow- I swear I had tear my own tongue and tie it into a stethoscope just to hear that I'd been calling for help. Cuz in the last 6 months I've swallowed more than maybe I was intended to Met my stomach told him fend for yourself. You never swam on your own But how the mind it love to drift when your lids close Slowly my heart it lifts to my throat. Maybe with this you could float. Or maybe then we could finally atone for all the inaudible blows we didn't know. Or maybe we didn't notice. I wrote a note of the perfect secrets you told me but I sold it with my previous phone, And if I'm totally honest at times I smoke just for somewhere to go, But get to thinking scary thoughts on my own. That ain't the life that I post. If never cappin' I'd caption my latest snap "It's hella hard to see the scars on your folks." And in regards to the darkest part of the garden say we all gotta go, But I swear I'm starting to argue with ghosts. I start to spar with the arc of a starving artist I'm haunted by all the harm I just didn't know I had lodged in your bones. Smoldering home from a brush fire I hushed; trying to stop the role But a dying love was the devil I didn't know how to expose. They say it's all just part of the growth. All just part of the growth. Whatever, Mid.

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released November 20, 2020

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Produced by AceChristo, Chuck Shadow, Jonathan & Oh Nothing
Mixed by Lake Stovall, Myla Profitt, AceChristo & Slake Dransky
Mastered by AceChristo & Slake Dransky
Written by Slake Dransky, Taylor Morse, AceChristo & Lake Stovall
Photo captured by Austin McMains, edited by Spencer Borschel

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