June Flower (EP​/​Album)

by Petravita

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released June 18, 2018

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Petravita Stockholm, Sweden

Petravita is a Stockholm-based rapper, poet, and livestreamer creating experimental, genre-blending hip hop.

He was born and raised in Seattle, Washington.

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Track Name: Funk to Mission Control
I feel like a mastermind so
I get a bit confused when I don’t see the fruits of my love

I pull on the strings that attach to my wings
But they never seem to take me high enough
Yet

Sometimes this grind just feels like I’ve been taking daily vitamins
Do it every morning and take on faith that it’s workin
But this is not about some alterations to my biotin
It’s building up a dream and to not make it is some murder shit!

That’s why every happy song’s accompanied by two melancholy
That’s why every crown of thorns adorned with some pretty holly
That’s why hollywood is full of dreamers but still drown in drugs n molly
That’s why we can have the nicest things but we still treat em sloppy

Chopping up our lives dissecting just to find the grain of pain
When we should spend that effort nurturing the whispers of a flame
The one that warms us in the brain or that could set our world ablaze
It’s a pity that for most of us our passion’s just a phase


So I can wake up every day and feel it…
I can wake up every day and I can really fucking mean it
What’s that mean if… I’m out here fishing for guarantees
warily fearing my words might only have meaning to me

Where you at?
Alone
I’m hiding at
Home
Workaholic
Honed in on my
Workaholic


Hooked on the phonics
Notes
Scattered on everything I
Own
Rarely picking up that
Phone
Where you at?
Alone.

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You need to drop some of this pressure out your mind…

“How are you?”/”How you doing?”/”Want to join us outside?”/”We would really love to see you tonight!”

Don’t doubt yourself, one step back, don’t mean left behind…

“Soooo if it doesn’t work out?” / “I got a friend who tried the same thing” / “Didn’t work out so well for him with the same dream…”

If this choices is YOURS why keep their opinions so present in your mind…

“We’re just worried”/”Have you saved up money?”/”It’s a hard way to make it you know and…”

It’s less a choice, a brutal need, and a state of mind…

“You know you could always do this if it…” / “All I’m trying to say is….”

STOP IT.

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Now, I appreciate your concern, but guys
There’s a fatal flaw that I’m a bit surprised, you don’t recognize
Almost every one of you I could pinpoint once in my life
A time where you would tell me with some tears held up in your eyes

You said I had a dream, I really wanted to do that
You said you had a talent, past tense, with regret
He was such a lovely something or other, he really had a knack
And she was really great at this but then, well, yeah...
Track Name: High Five
Hot damn Girl you’re immaculate
Cuz you look tasty, your pancake stackin it
You know the way in to my heart and you’re hackin in
And I’ll be honest with you I’ve been taken aback a bit

By bit, like a retro game
Sip by sip, I forget my name
Kiss my lips, I forget my pain
Corner booth as you lick my face
Do you got no shame?

On you as you grip my thighs
And you Gently rock me side-to-side
Then you bite my ear, do the thing I like
And you whisper into it that I’m just your type

I’m fully yours as you grip my thighs
And you Gently rock me side-to-side
Then you bite my ear, do that thing I like
And you whisper into it that I’m just your type


Chorus:

Girl you go so low, just to get me high...
Don’t act like you don’t know
(x2)

Verse 2:

Playing games with me just by the length of
Your Dress and yes I’m attracted to the danger
I’d say her main game may be something a Jenga
Because I fall apart every time when I take her

Too close, she’s already stacked you know
I’m in the Mouse Trap fiendin for the cheese below
Find my Queen Frostine top a candy throne
But after all that sweet, I know the sour to follow

Close behind, and I guess the worst is
I only had a couple nights I look back on as worth it
Unnerving, when that side of you got purchase
Took over and tore into my pride with a purpose

But then you’re back at it and I grip your thighs,
And you Gently rock me side-to-side
And you tell me that you’re sorry and I give in with a sigh
This is one more night, one more last time

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Girl you go so low, just to get me high...
Don’t act like you don’t know
(x2)

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And now I’m slippin, in a puddle of you
And when I look up from the ground I think you’re lookin kinda cute
Till I spot a stream of steam that’s wisping up from my boots
And see I’ve gotta couple gaping holes in my shoes

Cause your toxic… I should be nauseous
But instead I’m drawn right back to caustic
Costly nights and the suicidal mornings
I just roll my eyes like I read a stupid warning

And that’s fitting, cuz you’re a bottle to me
I choke you down til i can barely breathe
I love the way that you need to need me
And grieve so easily, it’s power
And I long to feed

It’s a sickness
What happened to your me?
When did bliss turn loose? What happened to our we?

What happened to this song? What happened to this song? It was supposed to be happy…

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Track Name: Classic
Ooooo good to see you all here tonight
So crack beer pop wine, so fresh, so fine
Oh my, hear em yelling fella are ya feeling right?
Yeah boy I’m feelin tight!

Gonna hit em with the classic roof down and gas it
Tailored zoot suit turn a man to a gatsby
Button down brass with a lighter to match it
And a shotgun Daisy, the girl’s so sassy!

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We out tonight and gotta get it right
So take a drink and take three more
Make a groove thang move like it’s something prove
Shake it like you’ve never danced before

We dressed to the nines and we’re feelin fine
Like a bowtie troubadourrrrrrr
Button that jacket zip that dress
‘owwwww!’ We’re at your door!

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Where my People tryna score on the floor?
Where my people tryna scout(find) a little more on the floor?
Where my little over eager find em dancin on the speaker with a lack of inhibitions putting four on the floor?

Where my insane champagne champions at?
Where my screamin till a voice is getting raspies at?
Where wallflowers early home in taxis at?
You know we love you too, BUT BOY DONT COME BACK

This is one for Uber driver rockin’ a Mercedez
another for the queens rolling deep with their ladies
One for the single mothers out without their babies
And a lot for the night making yes from a maybe

Hey tease slide on over to me
Ya got my mind so damn fried I feel a hundred degrees
I wanna pour from the wine until they’re taking my keys
Then wanna grind on that behind until it’s half past 3



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We out tonight and gotta get it right
So take a drink and take three more
Make a groove thang move like it’s something prove
Shake it like you’ve never danced before

We dressed to the nines and we’re feelin fine
Like a bowtie troubadourrrrrrr
Button that jacket zip that dress
‘owwwww!’ We’re at your door!
Track Name: Nothing But The Truth ft. DAKthe
Well this is kinda weird, didn’t think ya would show up yet
thought I’d stag around a bit and strut in my element
I mean now it’s not relevant, but I guess you can tell a bit
That i was living single life to its fullest, but to hell with it

I was only tryna throw a party, get a couple friends by
When I get a message “can i bring a mate of mine?”
Yeah yeah, mofo, you know I don’t mind
At the time I assumed you were another guy, no lie

But come 9 the doorbell rings I’m still cleaning things lazily
Open up the door and score the friend is quite a lady see
Now my main mission once I find out I’m mistaken
Is to figure out this beauty and to find out if she’s taken

I remember you were wearing just a tight blue and black dress
And it was messing with my mind when you were sat up on my mattress
Yeah I saw you wearing just a tiny blue n black dress
And I was getting thoughts when you were sat up on my mattress

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Do you remember back to, that first December?
When you met me? I could already see

Stars on the ceiling but, I had a feeling
That I was, just waking up

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Kinda askin questions but I didn’t wanna say it
So I’m actin all observant gotta see the body language
Were they holding hands? No he said that they were not dating
But could someone only be a friend with such a foxy lady?

Alright Brandon stop. You’re probably staring.
She probably thinks you’re weird - quick, show her your pet ferret!
No shit don’t do that she probably doesn’t really care
Would y’all please excuse me I’ma run and fix my hair

Grab a change of clothes you know I gotta look fly
Ah nobody’s said it since 2009
Alright, calm down, deep breaths, suit up in a tie
This is evening is no longer just chillin with the guys

So I got myself together called a car to the apartment
With driver in a suit poppin champagne from a compartment
Cuz And I know a guy who knows a guy the bill is quite alarming
But I’m tryna to be charming, better roll out the red carpet, right??!

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CHORUS
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I remember your eyes on mine when we started dancing
For a drunken club, it was kind of romantic
Did your heart race too, did it feel kinda frantic?
Caught me by surprise, I haven’t been one to panic

And after closing time
After the subway line
You all came back mine
I said you could stay the night

The next part I remember well
Despite a hazy swell
Up in my mind before we said goodnight
And I’m really not one to kiss and tell but...

(I’m not!)

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CHORUS
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Track Name: Cheesin' / The Morning After [Interlude]
I Woke up today feelin mindful
I took an eyeful of the morning sun
As I’m checkin on my vitals

I got a bit of the good stuff
And I’ve been high on the good love
And I been killin the song stuff
Got vacation coming up

For once I sleepin’ good enough
Accomplish what I should’ve done
I’m Squeezin on a cutie’s buns
With a tune that makes me dumb with hummin’

Everything I want
I kinda get it
Everything I say
Comes to life before I’ve said it

Feelin like a poet when I pen
Every post upvoted, Reddit
Shared my music
Watch the motherfuckers spread it

My head is like a pine though
High up in the sky though
Reachin for the high notes
And work em into my flow

Feelin on top
Feelin overly smooth
I don’t wanna overstep or be rude


But I could teach a thing or two
And Share it all with you
Here my friend break bread
And take a piece of my mood
Track Name: Easy, Complicated
I’m like an animal that’s stalking its prey!
Im sneakin closer to the scent of it every day
And I’m still fine tho, even when caught up inside a bind though
I realign my spine and put my trust inside of my nose

I got close so I can go toe to toe
With all these average Joes flowing so slow
And thinkin that their motion matches FloJo

I turn to beast mode then I duck the Lynch low
leap up upon my goal and I go and I fuckin shred it



You could catch me on a bad day
I’d still remind you all of something my old man would say
You can take a shit hand a bitch slap from life
And guide some real of strife into something that don’t look like a sad case

Caught up in the rat race, when you just want the rap race
Beggin for fan face and carve the time to carve your own space
But they say nay the DJ’s don’t play your life’s work up on the radio waves

You could say this isn’t hip hop you could say this bitch dropped
His bars down the well and you can smell that shit cause it’s rotten
And my reaction would be to not give you traction
Flashing middle fingers for good fashion and fishin out those bars, resume the action

And actually I don’t care if I cash in
Could Take forever before my sound is ever meshing and mashing
With what they sincerely wanna hear, and like in their rappin’
But I ain’t never been popular, (so) I’m comfortable with that shit

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CHORUS:

I ain’t saying that it’s easy baby
But god damn it isn’t complicated!
I got scars to prove it, ticket stubs to date it
Just a matter of time before we make it

I aint saying this is easy baby
But god damn it isn’t complicated!
I got scars to prove it, ticket stubs to date it
Just a matter of time before we break shit

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I don’t really know if I’ll ever be stackin Benjamins
But got on good authority that bars could become venomous
Enemas to my enemies if practice is my sentiment
Challenge myself like cinnamon psychopathic I’m Dennis in

Always Sunny and funny enough I don’t crave the runny yella
Rays of sunshine as much as everybody else does
It’s not that I like it gloomy and rainy I just don’t check
I got Blankets over the windows to keep my recordings sexxxxxx-y (or ‘echo free’)

I’m satisfied to be inside I’m all the time up in my mind
I automatic fire fire until I’m shootin blanks
I kick the writer’s block in its crotch and don’t stop until it’s droppin’ my words
And cursin’ me while I’m yellin’ thaaanks!

Cuz you gotta take back what’s yooooours! (doubles on last words)
And if you never had it well start at your ground floooooor! (doubles on last words)
Ignore the entire world til you can’t be ignored n then you go make yourself a ruckus say fuck this I’m kickin’ down their damn doors!

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CHORUS
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So why don’t ya show me something you’ve got up in the tank, boo
Words count for nothing can’t buy your food with a thank you!
You run your mouth about how you be crafting dank grooves
But another month has passed and your Spotify’s still blank, boo

Thought you were gonna paint too, thought you were making gains too
But this is kinda lame you’re still lookin’ like the same you
Never take the blame you, videogames you
Ambition on a tame route, lookin like a lame you

Ohhh i ain’t saying this is easy baby
But god damnit isn’t complicated
I got scars to prove it, ticket stubs to date it
Just a matter of time before we make it

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CHORUS x2
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Track Name: Later, Babe
Hey babe, hope you enjoyed your stay
Hope the record made you move and groove out today
I got a large does of comatose coming my way
Cause i’ve been putting in the late night work for this play

I’ve been dressing up the stage
I’ve been coming out my cage
I’ve been coming of age
For ages and still never quite reached the stage

I should probably be at, but that’s ok
I just wanna say thanks
Y’all made my day

If you made it this far then you’ve listened a bit
And a message this direct on a project mix
Is probably not what you’d expect
But before you press “next” I just want to spit

My deep appreciation cuz I’m chasing a dream
And you found this shizz , and then you actually streamed
A stream consciousness flowing from my brain to my mouth
And even if it went south well I guess ya stuck around




Hot damn, I know I’m laying on the cheese
But right up in your headphones is about where I wanna be
Or your speakers I’m up in your house creeper
Now seriously, lemme bring you up to speed

I used to sit and freestyle rap a bit
I used to make lame songs back when I was kid
I dreamed of being on stage when I grabbed some years
But I was always too afraid to really ever change gear

-----Chorus:

I’m in
You back?
Hell yeah
My man

My girl
No plans
Just go
That’s rad

I’m in
You back?
Hell yeah
My man

Let’s paint
This town
Let’s take
It back

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Y’all made it back to the end of the party
I hope you’re feelin inspired i hope you’re feelin kinda naughty
I hope you lookin’ at your lover while you’re touchin’ on your body
That’s the kinda feelin I hope that this record would embody

Little sexy, little encouragement
Little can do attitude, little bit of sin
Little win, little spin on the narrative within
Don’t doubt yourself baby you’re the damn kingpin

Or the queen pin, i dont wanna make a scene in
This a musical place and I’m so tired of politicking
So I hope ya just kicked it
Hope some choruses were sticky ‘nough
To get up in your brain and make ya love the words I’m sangin’

Make ya wiggle to left
Make ya wiggle to the right
Make ya break it down dirty
With your hands to the side

I grew up on salmon dancing
I was middle school grinding
To the 50 cent eminem
Lloyd banks Fire

With the Baggy track suits
And a swagger that was limpin
And no we could not define it
But we thought that we were pimpin

And I’m cringing (yeesh)
But that’s the thing about the past
part of who you are
And the bad don’t last

So embrace the weird
Make it your shit
The end result is everything that you’ve been

I embrace the weird
make it my shit
The end result’s just a few songs like this

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CHORUS
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Track Name: Make America Sane Again (Super Controverial) [Bonus Track]
Who hurt you? Let me at ‘em!
Who turned you into this angry ball of uncontrollable spasms?
Who taped your eyes wide open and promised the truth,
Then sat you front a TV and switched on some Fox News?

When I look at you I see red, and not because I’m mad
It just appears you’ve color coordinated so you can match your MAGA hat
At least your fashion’s mega-rad, psyche, but we can come back to that
After you’re done blabbing bout crime rates of inner city blacks

Ever been to a city? Or do you just like to flap
Your jaw and advertise to the world all the culture that you lack
I’m praying for a heart attack exactly as you start to yap
I eagerly expect next you’ll tell me that the earth is flat

Oh it is? That makes sense
If it was round you’d have slid off from being so fucking dense
I want to have this discussion but much like mike pence
your cuntiness is god damn relentless

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You’ve got this anger
Held up in your chest
And you can point it
At everyone else

We’re screaming why why why
You don’t check yourself
We’re not buying into
What you wanna sell

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Alright let’s start over, gimme something I can work with
Why do you feel people who are different are so worthless?
I hear a lot love and acceptance in your sermons
So why would I get the side eye if I walked up in your churches

“Well, when it comes to non-whites, it’s something in the melatonin”
You mean melanin?
“Melany? No, that’s the local homo!”
Oh boy, I can see this is a no-go
A few too many moonshines turned his brain cells to a no-show

I’m sorry though, it’s no insult to your intellect
I’m just trying to understand exactly what you’re trying to protect
Your confederate flags and casual use of slurs
Directly contradict the respect of no ma’ams and yes sirs

My brain hurts, I’m well and truly stumped
I need a slight break from your word dump
Oh and yeah he’s a goddamn chump
But I just did this whole song and I didn’t mention __ __ __ __ __

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Chorus:

You’ve got this anger
Held up in your chest
And you can point it
At everyone else

We’re screaming why why why
You don’t check yourself
We’re don’t buy into
What you wanna sell

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<Interview clip plays>

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Chorus:

You’ve got this anger
Held up in your chest
And you can point it
At everyone else

We’re screaming why why why
You don’t check yourself
We’re not buying into
What you wanna sell

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