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Thanks so much for the violin and cello parts, Julia and Stefan Freund. What a freakin' treat...!
Also mixed and mastered by Wil Reeves.
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Country boy goes to the city
With a contact from a lady in the choir
's a guy named Mr. Patterson
and he lives in the city where my dreams are inspired
He was cool and quick and pretty clean cut
But not so much in a wholesome way
Said he'd show me the town if I drove around
And bought him some beer as pay
Beer stop, Shock top, Pork chops?
Anyways we drove from apartment to apartment
Met his friends, all these starving artists
'Cept they all worked in the fine dining department
So they were actually well fed and pretty charming
But as the sun went down, the friends got shadier
I stuck around to break some barriers
Talking a lot, trying to figure it out
But they stopped me when I stuck too far out
"Hey, you ask a lot of questions, kid. You a cop?"
"Shit!"
I feel so awkward like a fish outa' wata'
Flippin' and floppin' to flea
Beggin' to ol' Mr. Fisherman
Hopin' he'll let me free
White lines into rhymin'
Tell me how I'm gonna hide
When I see his face I know I'm in it for tonight
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So I guess one of the guys owned a limo business or something...
We rode to the middle of nowhere
To meet up with a guy named Vennie K
Said he was an up-and-coming something or another
who was fakin' it til it's made
And I saw something in the corner of his place
From the corner of my eye
But I'll tell ya the rest of it just like this
In the spirit of that night
They were snuffin' some of that pure stuff
Roughin' it up
Feelin' the luck in their blood lining up
Jumpin' around
The sounds collectin' up in the clouds
And it all comes down from the sky so free
And their style is rhyming like me, but, but free-styling
And they do it with ease, without even trying
It was amazing, the pace and the spacing
All based on events in the moment
They're joking
Strokes going off on their black pants
Stances like dance, they dancin'
Taking the chances with the beat
Banging on to the floor
The door
Man standing on the outside
Knock knockin' and cop calling
Damn what do I do
Just tell me how I'm gonna hide
When I see his face I know I'm in it for tonight
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Speed up, shoot up, clean up
Meet up, speed up, shoot up, clean up
Everyone's doing their thing
Everyone's doing their thing
Everyone's doing their thing
Now everyone's going wild
Everyone's doing their thing
Everyone's doing their thing
Everyone's doing their thing
Now everyone's gettin' high
Back track, Snap Chat, Black cat, Laugh track
Back track, Snap Chat, Black cat, Laugh track
"Who took my cell phone, bro?
You take my cell phone, bro?
Who took my cell phone, bro?
Maybe the new guy took my cell phone, bro."
"You've got to be kidding me. I think I recognize that building. Yup, that's my car over there. Man, I gotta get the fuck outa here."
- Genre
- josephMitFreunde