Campfire [Mixtape]

by Lucy Camp

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For fans of beastly bars over bass bangers & analog synths. While Lucy heals up from her near-fatal car wreck, she hits us with the Campfire mixtape for campXO. Tell a friend and follow the project on social media @ #campfireXO


released September 20, 2019

Written by: Lucy Camp for Clearly Luz (ASCAP)
Produced By: Peter Anthony Red for QN5 Music (ASCAP)
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Track Name: Home
Verse 1:
You can't stand to be away
I can’t stand to be awake
In that long, black cloak
That's that man that we await
That's that man that seals fates
Masterplans that’s real fake
That's that, all there is
To black ash, our final state
Went to the casino state
Back alley bums push keto-weight
And half their buzz placebos
Straight from cans and junk plus week old plates
Junkies up for evil trades
A one for 2 deal, mean 'ol, game
They break their word, that needle breaks
And the devil comes back to repo names

I lay all day on my own
When all I wanna do is come home
But then I realize
This is home to me
Hold up, wait up, whoa
Look how easy we are to dispose
How many helping hands do we all hold
Is my only home

This is home x4

Verse 2:
Staying with a cheap-o skate
My funeral funds see no bank
Casket made out of convenience, metal, and Home Depot crates
Ex fellow friends and ex teen soulmates
Wish hell for me
For me to breathe those flames
Even though they were with me like the pick of the litter
They switched on a bitch and their lingo changed
What I did for them didn't get please or thanks
Don't exist for them so the world keeps rotating
But I pinch on my skin so to dream locate
And I feel every minute every single way
Tell them I feel so unwelcome so it's best my leave, I take
But they say welcome mats ain't welcomed when you already live here so

Track Name: The Move
Verse 1:
I’m sleeping
In a little sized room
And no guests so don’t guess that you can slide through
No one ever thought I’d be like this in high school
A mess
But I’m cool
So I guess that kinda makes life cool
With all that stress, think this might’ve been the right move
I call my sis, Mayra
“Mayra i’m just like you”
Y’know different cuz I rhyme too

Pretty happy ‘bout the mini fridge
That’s dope
Little set up for my indie shit
That’s dope
All my friends they like to give me shit
That’s dope
What’s that medicine that gets you pretty lit
That’s dope
God damn you’re so skinny
Bitch I’m flat broke
And I can’t hang cuz i’m busy
Go and ask folks
I know life ain’t that pretty but she has jokes
Plus she goes to like
All the rap shows

I made the move
I had to go
Said I’ll let you know when I get home and then I don’t
I made the move
I had to go
I don’t know what home is but I know it’s not the road
I made the move
I had to

I ain’t in a Proud family
Call me Lacienega
They’re all looking down at me
Don’t like where i’m ending up
Why you running mouth at me?
I ain’t with that petty stuff
You could get that cutoff quick
And that shit goes for everyone
R.I.P the friendships that I ended last year
Not a single one was friendship but it felt like damn near
Lot of liars, lot of haters, lot of jealous ass peers
And my team knows, you don’t gotta tell us, that’s clear

I’m never going back and I mean it
If I make a mess on the mat then I clean it
I do motherfucking independent rap while you dream it
Hate my shit but you stream it
Play my shit I know you feen it
Break your neck looking you gon need the orthopedics
Once I step foot in, you forget about who she is
Who’s she again?
I don’t even know
Track Name: My Head
Verse 1:
Sweet smell to the nose
Rose aroma
Poppin' open a Coca Cola
One mattress on the floor to hold us
Loved ones got no papers and
Some of my friends got no diplomas
Guess they're considered the lowest lowest
Of the lowest and sorta hopeless
But they hit me up on my mobile
Tonight i can tell they wanna toy with my mojo
Get fucked up to the point i'm immobile
And gobble up a bunch of Altoids but i told ya
I don't wanna
Indulge ya
Don't cha
Like me without the doja?
Not much when i'm without the doja?
No love gotta whip out the doja
They call the lonesome wholesome
But I don't hold something to say I hold something
I got something to really wake my pulse up
All decisions I make of late, impulsive
I can think of one escape to go with
One to get you through the days of showbiz
On stage dull
Off stage explosive
I don't know how long it'll take to notice cuz

I love
Losing my head
It's the only time I don't see
You in my head
Wish that you would just
Do what I said
Wish that I would just
Do what I said

Verse 2:
They taught me how to choke
And so
I taught you how to choke
And so
I got you out your comfort zone
I crossed the town spent bucks on
Mets plugs and took the plunge for once
The pungent smoke was punching throats
Any money grows, hole punching those
Any body knows, knows nothing though
Got you to jump in fast
Already pumping gas
We know the good spots now
You better dump that map
You better dump that man
You better dump that attitude
While you're at it
You talking back
Don't make that a habit
Cuz these days I don't take shit at all
And I'm not like I was when you were taking advantage
So hop on the bus
We gettin' faded god damnit
Got a one way ticket
Take it to the ticket taker
Where we're going they don't even have a return ticket maker
Ticking, ticking, ticking
And my ticker's beat is fucking shockin' like that of a defibrillator
Like what if I die too soon?
And then what if I don't?
Some like to wish away death
So what if I hope?
Track Name: Silver (feat. Fjer)
Verse 1:
Two job juggling
She’s a two job juggler
Tell these fools stop bugging her
Caution if you talk in front of her
She say ooo nah to whatever
She’s so cool ah like whatever
Probably blew off one of us
I mean ooo ah whatever
Gotta move on
Never met her
Never met her girl but I let her get her
One day she’ll come round
Until then they could get together
And I won’t get upset, no
Not into getting super sentimental
All I really want is just for you to let go
If you can do it, give me you and I’ll give you the best home

Taste the silver
I went from grey to silver
She take the lower half of me
And then she paint it silver

Verse 2:
Rumors coming in
But these rumors toughen her
Got that Lucha blood in her
Get your tooth rocked touching her
Get that boot stomp cuffing her
She ain’t new
Stop bluffing her
She’s a loot robbin' hustler
What they do, not enough for her
I would do a lot to get at her
See these suicide competitors
Soon they all just end up hurt
Deja vu
Don’t you remember her?
Baby you are just a friend to her
Introduce me to a friend of her
I’m Lucy if you haven’t heard
I don’t do shit like them regulars


I want it now
I want a taste of you
It's been a while
Been so obsessed with you

I wanna ride this now
Want you to melt in my mouth
Want you to pin me down
We could be golden now
Track Name: Oh My
Oh my
He wanna be my t-o-y
Like to act like I don’t know why
But I’m bad, already know why
Oh my
Oh my
With the ladies and like no guys
If she into ladies
Hit the road guys
I just want a lady
And like no guys
Oh my
Oh my
Maybe 1, maybe 4 or 5
Maybe 1, maybe 4 or 5
Maybe 1, maybe for the night
Oh my

Verse 1:
Hit up my M.U.A
Sixty dollars
Chuck it for a fresh full face
I’m a pretty problem
Fuck up out my pedestal’s place
In the day I do my work
You’ll have to schedule late
Seen your brown bedroom shades
But I didn’t sleep around your bedroom space
Told you eat it like you eat the chef’s soufflé
If you won’t
Then beat it
Thinking ima let you stay
No way
Tap it like a croquet hit
What I say, I back it
If you back it low, pray quick
Don’t know who your man is but he’s askin' old strange shit
You’re like "I don’t know who that is" on that code name shit
Straight up bitch
But I make her go gay
Get the oral all the time I had to name her Colgate
Bitch I don’t want you if you don’t go both ways
Bitch I don’t want you if you don’t do role play


Verse 2:
She went from bottle service to just straight up servin'
She ain’t ever fucked a guy
But that don’t make her a virgin
Pull her number up
Then I am on my way to confirm it
And I don’t ever bluff
That’s why I’m not gon' wait and observe it
Said you want the pussy
What you gonna say to deserve it?
I’ve been telling everyone "if I’m not taken, I’m curvin'"
But I want to feel the heat like the flames in a furnace
And I want a real freak like you was raised in the circus
She send a snap
Then she wanna send a nude
And over text
God damn what’d I get into?
I don’t want no bed and breakfast
I just wanna rent a room
Shove you through the exit uh
Then get rid of the scent of you
Wrapped up in a
Lush towel
Kiss me from the neck and then go duck down
When I get the neck I make so much sounds
Need a second breath but all that comes out
And out is

Track Name: How Much
Verse 1:
One time in my life
A couple boys were bumpin' fists
On my street corner for me
They asked for coin, I said "no flips
If you're really bout what you want and that's me
Break joints in hips
Really bust him for that hoohaa
You get points avoiding hits"
I don't care about what who got
Long as who got, got it fairly
Got no room for love in savings
Keep my mulah monetary
Knowing they won't get it's like a scooping topped with cherries
Cuz I'm not one to be played
I'm just like music that's not airing
Makeup game A-1
Mascara never runs
It's how I like it
If you claim you're bout the ride, it shouldn't matter if we bike it
If we fit, that's excitin'
If we don't
Which we won't
I'm a bitch and I won't hide it
Always bit but don't do bitin'
Bitches use their hands for talkin'
But they don’t use hands for writin'
See all day and night’s the same to me
I hardly let the light in
Lately you’ve been tryna lay with me
But you’ve been really lame with me
So I’m gonna decline and say the problem was the time unless you

Show me just how much you love Lucy
Cuz I don’t think you really love Lucy

Verse 2:
Roses in the trunk
Pull them out when you get checked
Then you’re blowing the phone up
I’m not down with gettin' get
Never down with gettin' got
Cuz before I have got gotten
And now I think that it’s foreign and not normal puttin' thought in
You’d always fetishize me
So I told you back the fuck off
But I, y'know, said it nicely
And that shit just got a shrug off
You say to your friends that’s wifey
I say ring, ain’t putting one on
Better think a-fucking-gain
I’m not a thing you should be stuck on
Talk commitment
I’m not even 21
Told that bitch
And bitch got petty now
I’m not ready, I’m not ready
Then you hit me like "you ready now?"
Nuh uh uh
No way no how
Do what I do cuz I know how
Be another suitor for another sucker I got many now
Track Name: Drive
Verse 1:
I down down hard liquor then I run off
I'm way past browned out now
Must stop
No one's looking for me
At least no one that I love ah
No one that I love ah
No I do not love ya
Yeah I said a little bit of shit
But hello, so what?
So does everybody when they're on the verge of throwing up
Telling me to not visit again when I wasn't even going to
I wasn't even going to
Thinking that I want ya when I, when I, when I don't bitch
I just downed a little Hen
Oh wait a sec, we both did
Now you're bendin' over tryna give that body motion
I had to go get you out of that one
That was bullshit
Bullshit mistaken for devotion
There you go mistakin' my emotions
Nothing 'bout this bed is made of roses
Oh shit

You wouldn't trust me to drive
You wouldn't trust me to drive
Why would you trust what I say?
Why would you trust what I say?

Verse 2:
Sending a full letter text message like I'm guilty
Truth is I got zero recollection
And it kills me
How you gonna tell me who I'm feeling, when I feel it
I got bigger shoes
And you don't got the fucking feet to fill these
People like you only like to thrill seek
People like you only like to go downhill speed
You are not a saint
And you're the same as any person with a stain
They're painted on you to the point that you are filthy
Your guy is an idiot
But any moment he'll see
You ain’t looking pretty
And you’re worrying that he’ll leave
I brought you to kickback bitch
You’re the one that told us
You don’t really care about what he’ll think
Now he’s picking us up in the late night
You were kissing someone
But you love him at the same time
Bet you don’t remember
Cannot even walk a straight line
Treat me like whatever
Cuz you need someone to hate, right?


Verse 3:
Next thing I know
I feel the tubes down my throat
I can’t move how I want
Can’t say what I need to
I feel like
If they don’t take the tubes out
I’ll choke
All everyone can do now is hope
Cuz if I don’t make it, everyone that’s waiting’s going to hate me
And I hate knowing I’d be letting you down the most
So many I should’ve’s
And I should’ve
Stopped you that night
But I couldn’t
So I didn’t
Felt my lung collapse
And my light dimmin’
Something in my eye spinnin'
Something in the-
Thought I saw
Something in the sky grinnin'

It’s just a break in my spine
It’s just a cut to the skin
No more wasting my time
Cuz now I’m gonna live

I’m going to live on
I’m alive
What more could I want

It’s just a break in my spine
It’s just a cut to the skin
No more wasting my time
Cuz now I’m gonna live
Track Name: Eastside
Small time Mexicana
On the come up from the Eastside
Ahora mírala

Verse 1:
Raspado man
Pour that syrup in my white foam cup
Lot of POC
Very little white folk stuff
Looking real E
But I got no sign thrown up
I just feel me
I ain’t tryna fight no one
Know I’m in the East
Even with my eyes closed shut
Waiting in the streets
Sometimes I would bike home t
But the 22 and 25 were what I rode
So the public transit was like my school bus
He said let’s go to the Southside for fries
I said "no manches guey
You want it done right, ima take you straight to Santa Fe"
He said "let’s go"
I said "I’m already on the way"
So much on the East
That you really gotta contemplate
This is where I reside
La cultura aka Dickies and Levi’s
It ain’t basura
But it ain’t no pretty peace sign
It’s where I grew up
Yeah it’s the Eastside


Verse 2:
Shouts to Karmen for the hustle and bustle
Selling candy out her house
She was one with the struggle
Everyone on the block would go
Even my cousins and uncles, sister and brother and grandmother, single lovers or couples
It was the spot
And any competition there was no
You could get
I’m just kidding but we lived in no bubble
We kept it locked
For no unexpected visitor trouble
We hear a knock
Turn the light off, we don’t live here
We unknown
I’m in my place
Chicanos, chicanas
I’m with my race
Fake beggars outside Tropicana
Get out my face
Bummin' in my pijamas
But wide awake
Do the work and we can be what we wanna
Decide a fate
Lotta real out here besides the fake
Love is what I feel out here behind the hate
It’s more than just the streetlights
It’s where I grew up
Yeah It’s the Eastside
Track Name: Rowdy
Verse 1:
I'm twisted
Get the gist, Ted
I'm pissed at
The whole mundo
The disrespect
Get the gist, Bret
They don't know yet
But they will soon tho
Hey Tristan
Your girl Kristen's my friend
Don't you think she ought to know?
They pick me
I don't pick them
Now I'm 'bout to show 'em motherfuckers how i'm useful
Ducking under the water
Got that typhoon flow
Tell me
Are you the type to drown or type to float?
Bitch I'm sweeter than diabetes in the type 2 form
Which is why they wouldn't let me when I tried to go
Sic a couple primos on them
Say goodbye to your life
If they die then you're gonna die junto
There are 3 things that you just don't ever cross
That's me, my mind, and the fine line
I get it smooth like hair right through combs
Gimme that bald ass, rare, Caillou dome
And on your knees cuz it's prayer night too folks
Gag and don't breathe like your air pipe blew smoke
Don't forget to give the air five too, bro
Bitch tried to run but her air nikes too slow
Nothin' that a multimillionaire buys, you won't
Get it when I want it for a fair price
You know

Good for nothing people
They don't help you
They're so lousy
Watch you bleed out
Like if watching bleed outs was arousing
They don't send the fallen saints away cuz of overcrowding
Don't exaggerate he isn't crazy he's just


Verse 2:
It's mania
In the gymnasium
Praise him like he's in a big stadium
Spacing out so much
Even greet aliens
On my way back home
I'm a green alien
So I keep bailing on
Any work, any stress, any help, any one
Anyone that thinks they can help
Let me know
Know all of you know more than you're letting on
I like my cup full
Better make that cup a double
Life's too damn short for that bitch not to be full frontal
Take what I can when I can buy stuff straight out the duffel
Get paid now, that's hustle
Get laid out, that's muscle
Your soon to be bed is made of cedar wood
But you are never gonna live long enough to see the wood
Nenene nana
Mañana hiding in a single a bush
Nenene nana
Mañana lavando los sheets like woosh and woosh and woosh
And you'll wish
In the moment you had the luck of the Irish
I'll wear you out
Like your skin is stylish
Then tear you out
Like the skin of fried fish
I won now
Looking at the list
That's one down
You don't want a problem
Don't come 'round
You could make it right
But you're throwing the one towel
Apology letter? I only care about one vowel
Said I was a fun gal
Said I was a fun gal
I could be a fun gal
At the end, I get the bounty
It won't matter what I did
Cuz the case'll get dismissed
And the judge'll be like "man she ain't a criminal, she rowdy"
Track Name: Unenthusiastic
Verse 1:
Havoc all around
Over rectangles with pyramids
People disappear
And then get paid for their appearances
In the walking-waking life the days just go on mirroring
It's not about the motor
It's the people engineering them
The still sky isn't gonna give until you're spirited
A thrill might put a little kick into your fear to live
The guilt might thicken but I wanna live so here it is
I'm Bill Nye with it
Bring a bitch and let's experiment
A novelty seeker and a
Mad adventurer
Dip my toes in water
'Bout to change the whole damn temperature
Security ain't promised
So there's no way you can rest assured
I thought about my place
Now I'm thinkin' 'bout the rest of Earth

What happens when you fall into the rabbit hole?
Bite into your food without taking off the plastic coat?

Tired of being around these
Unenthusiastic hoes
Seems like I'm the only one around here who still has a goal
I'm the only one who does shit

Verse 2:
Objects are the motives
So we give them different monikers
Yes my good friend Molly
See these days we've just been poppin' her
You know the time is good
When you can't get your mental clock to work
But somehow the job isn't second
Somehow you clock in work
Work ethic, perfect
Like me and the job were for matin'
Your effort isn't working
No, no siree Bob
You're mistaken
So I'm one hundred percent sure
That nothing's waiting
Anything that doesn't concern you, doesn't baby
Nail biting, teeth grinding
Pulling your hair out gets tiring
When you're miming
I mean miming every move of mine I might add
I only ever see slackers shooting for the moon at night and
That's the issue
You're limited the minute that you decide that
That's your fault
They called but you didn't get the call?
Ooh you can't be mad cuz that's your fault
They called but you didn't get the call?
Ooh you're about to go awol
That's not my fault
Track Name: Last Laugh
Verse 1:
One assumed
One is mad, one is fumed
One of whom shall not be named right now
Should've learn to hush and shut it soon
Zip it
Please shove it down
Like a free buffet round
Put those knees on the ground
Older nice folk go "geez Louise, I mean she's kind of loud"
Contrary to popular belief
That's an old wives tale
Ground touchin' gown with the whole white veil
Want to frown on me now, don't even slow my trail
Don't even know life well enough to know myself
How you still a peeper tom?
You're on your way senior prom
You even had wonderful lady go head and meet your mom
Yet you running to me
Like I'm really gonna greet you with open arms
"Wait a minute girl you got fucking bars
And we never talked before
But we should fucking start
You know back in school
Yeah you were fucking smart"
When the bonds are broken, then my fences come up
And that shit just remains barbed

You think I don't have an ounce of respect for myself
Like you matter to me
But the last time I checked I was the one to get the last laugh
Ha hee
Ha ha, hee hee
Ha ha, hee hee
But the last time I checked I was the one to get the last laugh
Ha ha, hee hee

Verse 2:
It was funny to me
Wait, It wasn't funny to you?
Well all I know is I laughed so hard at you
That I ended up in the recovery room
Ha ha ha
Oh the satire
To match your jester attire
You were dead set, admired me
Then you went and left shit entirely
Then you went and set shit to fiery
Smithereens, injuring any future shot of getting hi from me
Want me out of your head?
Now I'm in your headset
The irony
I like your joke telling better than your juggling
Encore, encore, and then another one again
Only words I want out of your mouth better be "what" and "when"
And what you mean the tights don't fit?
Suck it in
I paid a pretty hefty price for the fun of it
A mime mimicking our every life just isn't cutting it
I'm telling you I hear you loud and clear
But when I hear you, it is like being tickled all the time
Until my lungs they give out
Yeah, you thought were funny till you knew exactly what I was about
Hey ya, hello, hiya
Everyone is saying the same
You're saying that we've been pals
How? Huh?
To feed morale
What I sought back then, I don't seek it now
I think I see you now

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