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The first song I wrote after leaving L.A. for good
lyrics
hand on the steering wheel, Caribbean style
drunk driving off a refill, what y'all tryna keep real
2012 new car smell, life's still ill
triumph of the steel will, time will reveal
on this ball with the rest of yall and can't call it
alcohol, trip and fall, call it an alcoholic
lil balls, lil brawls, always over wallets
bleed greed, stitch yourself back up and get on with it
song lyrics inspired by the Brooklyn Bridge
hundred of us on a train, out the window, just looking
it's a goddamn beast, what
all of it, we just leasing, and it stays a beast until our lease up
don't freeze up, I seen cats delirious, you taking this too serious
I'm talking bout me, yup
don't know where we're going, or why we came
maybe we're just daydreams in God's brain, man I'm saying
I just do me, duly, and hope it's noted
keep my motto - don't trip - and try to stay up off that broke shit
I'm Ron Paul, in it for the long haul, doctor on call
and for the encore, one last long score
at the deli on that pork belly, french roll
on the celly at the telly, one night paid, take my life to go
all he had's a doggie bag, gave up his pad
flew to a new town, walked from the airport, fuck a cab
white hairs falling out, walk it out
cold weather's whatevers I got leathers
stroll through the snow thoughts pushing levers
they tell us that pressures turn a rock precious
so I try to take my pain sober hoping it registers
meditation or medication, a shot of Jameson
a shot aint doin naything, what we chasing?
you ain't chasing, you running like you seen Jason
and running in place until you turn around and face him
the pace hastens, wondering where did I go
it's vitiligo, I'm somebody I don't recognize
profile of an old child
exhausted from screwing myself, I'm off it - fingers crossed of course.
I came to find my people, where y'all at
I came to thread the needle and sew shit up for real
I can feel success' breath on me
got me wired like a couple bags of meth on me, real SOB
every time she gets close she flips and leaves me left lonely
not this time, I'm acting right, I packed light
nothing to lose but time, the only currency that worries me
you hesitate a second late? might never get a second break
you take your chances
and this next dance is dedicated to all my shit that failed
hope my ship ain't sailed
and if it did, let me get on as a stowaway
this life is a poker game, you play your cards and you don’t complain
would if I could, but I don't know my lane
fate got plans for me but I got my own, y'all gon know my name.
credits
from GREAT EXPECTATIONS,
released January 1, 2013
Written in NYC on the train and in front of @karma while waiting for @itsmazzi with @tonytoca and @scramjones on the tables inside
Recorded at Casa Badtouch, Bath Beach, Brooklyn
Produced by @joshthegoon and @speakerbomb
Mixed by @joshthegoon
