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little black book

by Bright Campa

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1.
Poetic Justice 01:46
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[Intro] I love you, I love you, I love you Until I, until I I love you, I love you, I love you Until I find the only words I know that you [Verse 1] That's right, Campa Don't forget the name When I was homeless Mama couldn't even pay the bills The rent, you know what I mean Back into my grandmother's house She wanted me [Verse 2] Ooh you would think she would need me After college, but I got kicked out in college Pulling out the blicky The cops would've thought they missed me [Verse 3] Oh, my girl left me Got pregnant from another man Can't believe it, he would've thought He was a fan, now she wants me Out the house cause, I can't get a job Face tat of a heart because I'm trying to find true love No one ever found me, never ever notice me Left me out in the cold I been walking for so long my feet swole [Interlude] I need you, I need you, I need you I need to make you see What you mean to me Until I do, I'm hoping you will know what I mean [Outro] Ooh yeah It's just in the poetry of the mind Ill mind, Campa mind, get with the times I'm just trying to get by
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God's Plan 03:19
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[Intro] And they wishin' and wishin' And wishin' and wishin', they wishin' on me Yeah [Verse 1] I been movin' calm, don't start no trouble with me Tryna keep it peaceful is a struggle for me Don't pull up at 6 AM to cuddle with me You know how I like it when you lovin' on me I don't wanna die for them to miss me Yes, I see the things that they wishin' on me Hope I got some brothers that outlive me They gon' tell the story, shit was different with me [Chorus] God's plan, God's plan I hold back, sometimes I won't, yeah I feel good, sometimes I don't, ayy I finessed down Weston Road (Ayy, 'nessed) Might go down a G.O.D. (Yeah, wait) I go hard on Southside G (Yeah, wait) I make sure that east-side eat and still [Post-Chorus] Bad things It's a lot of bad things that they wishin' and wishin' And wishin' and wishin', they wishin' on me (Mmm) Bad things (Mmm) It's a lot of bad things that they wishin' and wishin' And wishin' and wishin', they wishin' on me (Ayy, ayy) [Verse 2] She say, “Do you love me?” I tell her, “Only partly, I only love my bed and my mama, I'm sorry” Fifty Dub, I even got it tatted on me, eighty-one They'll bring the crashers to the party, and you know me Turn the O2 into the O3, dog Without 40, Oli, there'd be no me 'Magine if I never met the broski [Chorus] God's plan, God's plan I can't do this on my own (No, no) Someone watchin' this shit close (Yeah, close) I've been me since Scarlett Road, ayy Might go down as G.O.D. (Yeah, wait) I go hard on Southside G (Ayy, wait) I make sure that east-side eat and still [Post-Chorus] Bad things It's a lot of bad things that they wishin' and wishin' And wishin' and wishin', they wishin' on me (Yeah) Bad things It's a lot of bad things that they wishin' and wishin' And wishin' and wishin', they wishin' on me (Yeah, ooh)
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How The Story Goes 05:32
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[Intro: Kendrick Lamar] As I get a little older, I realize life is perspective And my perspective may differ from yours I wanna say thank you to everyone that's been down with me All my fans, all my beautiful fans Anyone who's ever gave me a listen, all my people [Verse 1: Bright Campa] I come from a generation of pain, where murder is minor Rebellious and Margielas'll chip you for designer Belt buckles and clout, overzealous if prone to violence Make the wrong turn, be it will or the wheel alignment Residue burned, mist of the inner-city Miscommunication to keep homi' detective busy No protection is risky Desensitized, I vandalized pain, covered up and camouflaged Get used to hearin' arsenal rain Analyze, risk your life, take the charge Homies done fucked your baby mama once you hit the yard That's culture Twenty-three hour lockdown, then somebody called Said your lil' nephew was shot down, the culture's involved I done seen niggas do seventeen, hit the halfway house Get out and get his brains blown out, lookin' to buy some weed Car wash is played out, new GoFundMe accounts'll proceed A brand-new victim'll shatter those dreams The culture [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar with Marvin Gaye] (I want, I want, I want, I want) But I want you to want me too (I want, I want, I want, I want) I want the hood to want me back (I want, I want, I want, I want) I want the hood Look what I done for you (Look what I done for you) Look what I done for you [Verse 2: Bright Campa] I said I do this for my culture To let y'all know what a nigga look like in a bulletproof Rover In my mama's sofa was a doo-doo popper Hair trigger, walk up closer, ain't no Photoshoppin' Friends bipolar, grab you by your pockets No option if you froze up, always play the offense Niggas goin' to work and sellin' work, late for work Workin' late, prayin' for work, but he on paperwork That's the culture, point the finger, promote ya Remote location, witness protection, they gon' hold ya The streets got me fucked up, y'all can miss me I wanna represent for us New revolution was up and movin' I'm in Argentina wiping my tears, full of confusion Water in between us, another peer's been executed History repeats again Make amends, then find a nigga with the same skin to do it But that's the culture, crack a bottle Hard to deal with the pain when you're sober By tomorrow, we forget the remains, we start over That's the problem Our foundation was trained to accept whatever follows Dehumanized, insensitive Scrutinize the way we live for you and I Enemies shook my hand, I can promise I'll meet you In the land where no equal is your equal Never say I ain't told ya, nah In the land where hurt people hurt more people Fuck callin' it culture [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar with Marvin Gaye] (I want, I want, I want, I want) But I want you to want me too (I want, I want, I want, I want) I want the hood to want me back (I want, I want, I want, I want) I want the hood Look what I done for you (Look what I done for you) Look what I done for you [Interlude: Kendrick Lamar] Take the drums out (Heavy breathing) [Verse 3: Bright Campa] Celebrate new life when it come back around The purpose is in the lessons we learnin' now Sacrifice personal gain over everything Just to see the next generation better than ours I wasn't perfect, the skin I was in had truly suffered Temptation, impatience, everything that the body nurtures I felt the good, I felt the bad, and I felt the worry But all-in-all, my productivity had stayed urgent Face your fears, always knew that I would make it here Where the energy is magnified and persevered Consciousness is synchronized and crystal-clear Euphoria is glorified and made His Reflectin' on my life and what I done Paid dues, made rules, change outta love Them same views made schools change curriculums But didn't change me starin' down the barrel of the gun Should I feel resentful I didn't see my full potential? Should I feel regret about the good that I was into? Everything is everything, this ain't coincidental I woke up that morning with more heart to give you As I bleed through the speakers, feel my presence To my brother, to my kids, I'm in Heaven To my mother, to my sis, I'm in Heaven To my father, to my wife, I am serious, this is Heaven To my friends, make sure you countin' them blessings To my fans, make sure you make them investments And to the killer that sped up my demise I forgive you, just know your soul's in question I seen the pain in your pupil when that trigger had squeezed And though you did me gruesome, I was surely relieved I completed my mission, wasn't ready to leave But fulfilled my days, my Creator was pleased I can't stress how I love y'all I don't need to be in flesh just to hug y'all The memories recollect just because y'all Celebrate me with respect The unity we protect is above all And Sam, I'll be watchin' over you Make sure my kids watch all my interviews Make sure you live out our dreams we produced Keep that genius in your brain on the move And to my neighborhood, let the good prevail Make sure them babies and the leaders outta jail Look for salvation when troubles get real 'Cause you can't help the world until you help yourself And I can't blame the hood the day that I was killed Y'all had to see it, that's the only way to feel And though my physical won't reap the benefits The energy that carry on emits still I want you
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Famous Last Words 03:19
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[Intro] Aww… Haha [Verse 1] Now I was barely seventeen with a pocket full of hope Screamin' “dollar and a dream” with my closet lookin' broke And my nigga's lookin' clean, gettin' caught up with that dope Have you ever served a fiend with a pocket full of soap? Nigga I can tell you things that you probably shouldn't know Have you ever heard the screams when the body hit the floor? Flashbacks to the pain, wakin' up, cold sweats Six o'clock in the mornin', gotta hit the BowFlex Get my weight up on the block Keep watch for the cops God, they love to serve a nigga three hots and a cot Nowadays, crime pays like a part-time job And the drought got me prayin' for a Carl Thom vibe Summer Rain come again Numb the pain 'cause it's hard for a felon In my mind I been cryin', know it's wrong, but I'm sellin' Eyes wellin' up with tears Thinkin' 'bout my niggas dead in the dirt Immortalized on this shirt [Chorus] Real niggas don't die Forward with the plot One-Seven-Forty-Five Form at the plot Real niggas don't die Form on the block Real niggas don't lie Form in the plot My niggas don't die Form on the block Real niggas don't die Form on the block Real niggas don't die Real niggas don't die [Verse 2] Have you ever seen a fiend cook crack on the spoon? Have you ever seen a nigga that was black on the moon? Have you ever seen your brother go to prison as you cry? Have you ever seen a motherfuckin' ribbon in the sky? Nope, all I see is that C.R.E.A.M nigga, that green I'm a black king, black jeans on my black queen And her ass fat, too fat for a flat screen I'm the type of nigga make the whole fuckin' trap lean Kingpin nigga, put wings on a crack fiend If they want a nigga, they gon' have to send a SWAT team And I'm goin' out like Scarface in his last scene A legend, what that mean? [Chorus] Real niggas don't die Forward with the plot One-Seven-Forty-Five Form at the plot Real niggas don't die Form on the block Hood niggas don't lie Form in the plot My niggas don't die Form on the block Real niggas don't die Form on the block Real niggas don't die Real niggas don't die [Outro] To die a young legend or live a long life unfulfilled 'Cause you wanna change the world, but while alive you never will 'Cause they only feel you after you gone, or I've been told And now I'm caught between bein' heard and gettin' old Damn, death creepin' in my thoughts lately My one wish in this bitch, “Make it quick if the Lord take me” I know nobody meant to live forever anyway And so I hustle like my niggas in Virgini-A They tellin' niggas, “sell dope, rap or go to NBA” In that order, it's that sort of thinkin' That been keepin' niggas chained at the bottom and hanged The strangest fruit that you ever seen Ripe with pain, listen…
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Ghost Stories, Part 1 04:06
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[Chorus] Kids see ghosts sometimes Kids see ghosts sometimes Kids see ghosts sometimes Spirit Movin' around, just movin' around Kids see ghosts sometimes Kids see ghosts sometimes Kids see ghosts Spirit Yeah, that's the king [Verse 1] Stop that movement Stop that movement Y'all can't move me, this my movie Y'all can't stop me, y'all too sloppy Carbon copied, carbon Same thing, in a room Sittin' by myself, findin' heaven soon Many things that will trouble you Look beyond for a feelin' like you never knew Reachin' out, huntin' for the truth I'm guessin' I'm just sick of runnin' All this time searchin' hard for somethin' I can hear the angels comin' [Chorus] Kids see ghosts sometimes Kids see ghosts sometimes Kids see ghosts sometimes Spirit Movin' around, just movin' around Kids see ghosts sometimes Kids see ghosts sometimes Kids see ghosts Spirit Yeah, that's the king [Verse 2] Well, it took me long enough to rap on this strong enough Paid this shit just gon' give up Cause Campa just gon' live up To everything that sucks to you and that's never enough Thought I'd be clever enough to give up while I'm ahead I like breakfast in bed, but I love breakfast and head For anybody who said that I was better off dead Told 'em, “Don't ever believe nothin' that you ever read” Got a Bible by my bed Oh yes, I'm very Christian Constantly repentin', 'cause, yes, I never listen Don't like bein' questioned and don't like bein' less than Any of competition in any of my professions So I gotta guess then I gotta stay the best man What else you expect from, uh, Mr. Campa, man Painting from Wes Lang Hung in my space like a relative That you ain't seen in a minute, called on the telephone And when they see you they say “Damn you got hella grown Always thought you'd make it, but damn now you hella known” Let's address some topics that I can embellish on How we made enough bread for us to put some relish on I won't relish on the fact I'm vibin' on the future Ultralight buildin' in the buildin' by Miuccia Herzog and de Meuron in an office out in Basel No, not Miami, Switzerland [Chorus] Kids see ghosts sometimes Kids see ghosts sometimes Kids see ghosts sometimes Spirit Movin' around, just movin' around Kids see ghosts sometimes Kids see ghosts sometimes Kids see ghosts Spirit Yeah, that's the king [Bridge] Civilization without society Power and wealth with nobility Stability without stasis Places and spaces Civilization without society Power and wealth with nobility Stability without stasis Spaces and places Civilization without society Power and wealth with nobility Stability without stasis Spaces and places [Outro] Kids see ghosts sometimes Kids see ghosts—ghosts sometimes Kids see ghosts sometimes Yeah, that's the king And what's a crown for the clouds Movin' around Yeah, that's the king And what's a crown to the clouds Movin' around
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6th Dimension 02:35
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[Intro: Louis Prima] Down the chimney, he will come With his great big smile And you'll find that even the kiddies Are swingin' in the latest style [Chorus: Louis Prima] Oh, oh, oh What is Santa bringing? Oh, oh, oh Gnignirb atnaS si tahw? [Verse 1: Bright Campa] It feels so good, it should cost Bought an alligator, I ain't talkin' Lacoste Made me say, “Ugh, uh” Like a mix of Master P and Rick Ross, uh-uh She seem to make me always feel like a boss, uh-uh She said I'm in the wrong hole I said I'm lost, uh-uh She said I'm goin' too fast, I'm exhausted Now drop to your knees for the offerin' This the theme song of something wrong Might need an intervention for this new dimension That's too new to mention, or fit in a sentence If I get locked up, I won't finish the sent— [Chorus: Louis Prima] Oh, oh, oh What is Santa bringing? Oh, oh, oh Gnignirb atnaS si tahw? [Verse 2: Bright Campa] Gettin' loose while I'm rollin' through, see me roll out Watch you surf, hit the coast, and this feelin', I got Plenty of ventures for the evenin' We go journey, we off From the light to guide us home We in the moment, oh-oh Such a lost boy, caught up in the darkest I had What's the cost, boy? Losin' everything that I had She been on me, boy 'less you got somethin' to tell Sittin', waitin' for me slippin' Yeah, I'll see you in hell Tell the cougar get up off me No, my soul ain't for sale All the evils in the world They keepin' on me for real I really hope the Lord heard me We all live in sin Kids See Ghosts off the ropes Ric Flair on your bitch Now this the theme song This the theme song The put the beams on Get your, get your dream on But you don't hear me though Drama: we let it go Watch the guitars roll, but let your friends know [Chorus: Louis Prima] Oh, oh, oh What is Santa bringing? Oh, oh, oh Gnignirb atnaS si tahw? [Outro: Shirley Ann Lee] Just do that and then let the music do somethin', and then do that again, that'd be enough for a record I mean, you only want two and a half minutes if you can get it, you know, three minutes max—
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September 7th 04:07
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[Intro] Rap tune Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune? Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune? I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune [Verse 1] The real is back, the city is back Flow bananas, here Peel this back and what you'll find is Your highness Can paint a picture that is vivid enough to cure blindness New York finest, you knew that already In terms of the greatest, I proved that already And if you would like, I do it twice I just sharpen my blade for a minute Became lost in my ways This for my niggas that was tossed in the graves Every so often I fade deep in my thoughts And then get lost in the days We used to play before your coffin was made Just got the call, nigga got caught with a stray Hope he's okay Just got paid what Cochran got paid to free OJ Just to share my life on the stage in front of strangers Who know a nigga far too well, and that's the danger Know me better than I know myself I rip a page out my notebook in anger And let these thoughts linger, singing [Chorus] Don't give 'em too much you Don't let 'em take control It's one thing you do Don't let 'em taint your soul If you believe in God One thing's for sure If you ain't aim too high Then you aim too low [Verse 2] What's the price for a black man life? I check the toe tag, not one zero in sight I turn the TV on, not one hero in sight Unless he dribble or he fiddle with mics Look out the window 'Cause tonight the city lit up with lights Cameras and action May no man alive come through and damage my faction I brought you niggas with me 'Cause I love you like my brothers and your mothers' like my mother Think we need a plan of action The bigger we get the more likely egos collide It's just physics, please let's put our egos aside You my niggas and should our worst tendencies turn us into enemies I hope that we remember these Nights full of Hennessy When Hov around, we switch up to that D'usse Gotta show respect, one day we tryna stay where you stay 'Cause we from where you from Not talkin' bout the slums I'm talkin' 'bout that mind state that keep a black nigga dumb Keep a black nigga dyin' by a black nigga gun And keep on listening to the frontin' ass rap niggas son Yeah, I said 'son' This is New York's finest For 11 winters straight, I took on New York's climate Like show me New York's ladder I climb and set the bar So high that you gotta get Obama to force the air force to find it Never mind it, you'll never reach that Campa the hypnotist Control the game whenever he snap That's every track, nigga [Chorus] Don't give 'em too much you Don't let 'em take control It's one thing you do Don't let 'em taint your soul If you believe in God One thing's for sure If you ain't aim too high Then you aim too low [Verse 3] I ain't serve no pies, I ain't slang no dope I don't bring no lies, niggas sang my quotes I don't play no games, boy I ain't no joke Like the great Rakim, when I make my notes You niggas might be L or you might be Kane Or you might be Slick Rick with 19 chains Or you might be Drizzy Drake or Kendrick Lamar But check your birthdate nigga You ain't a God Nah, you ain't the God (Hehehe) Nigga, Campa the God (Campa the God, Campa the God) Ayy, September [Outro] Make a million dollars off a rap tune Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune? (*sound of baby laughing*) I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune I wanna make a million dollars off a rap tune I'm gonna make a million dollars off a rap tune

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Once upon a time, there was a camper named Bright Campa. Who found a little black book, a compilation double-sided album including four new songs and remarkable fan favorites.

Released on October 7th, 2022, this is a Bandcamp special and the last independent project of this year.

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released September 23, 2022

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40, Beach Noise, Boi-1da, Cardo, D. Ace, Gindensetsu, J.L.L., Kid Cudi, Maneesh, Masego, MIKE DEAN, Pure Gold, Shlohmo, Slimehoney & Yung Exclusive

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