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I smoke til I need nitroglycerin,
Burn after, burn after, burn after listening,
I think I'm falling back in the abyss again,
Burn after, burn after, burn after listening.
Cheer up lil' artist learn discipline,
Burn after, burn after, burn after listening,
Burn after, burn after, burn after listening,
Burn after, burn after, burn after, listening.
Wake up call, you hear it I'm alerting you,
This is indentured servitude, a tear-jerker too,
I'm serving hot plates baby get your gerber food,
My assertable illness is terminal, I'll murder you,
In less than 16 bars, yeah it's over-kill,
After hitting 16 bars, I'm sober still,
Lost some brain cells, still got all my motor skills,
Slowly feel like I'm the bi-polar Evander Holyfield,
Holding smoldering reels of the movie that you're starring in,
“Hustle pull over!” Nah this is a cardigan,
But thanks for noticing the rappers that I'm smarter than,
Pick up from the start and then make are for friends who aren't your fans,
But see the scars on your skin when you carve them in,
Aw you make art, and aw you're so starving and,
You wanna be a martyr when the skies part again,
That bleeding heart defense don't impress the Darwinists artist bitch.
I smoke til I need nitroglycerin,
Burn after, burn after, burn after listening,
I think I'm falling back in the abyss again,
Burn after, burn after, burn after listening.
Cheer up lil' artist learn discipline,
Burn after, burn after, burn after listening,
Burn after, burn after, burn after listening,
Burn after, burn after, burn after, listening.
(Repeat)
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2. |
Picture Perfect
04:34
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Winos with their eyes closed
Wonder where the time goes,
And you know you can't rewind so,
That little shell will stunt your minds growth,
Climb slow up the high road,
Undermined to find gold,
We're living with our blinds closed,
And this hell has won and I'm sold.
Set it to scorned I'm trying to defy the norm,
Colon: talk shit about conforming then conform,
A stale crucible, find a job that's suitable,
To your lifestyle tell yourself anything is doable,
But, behind the scenes your voice is mutable,
Cut out all that life is beautiful shit,
People that have a chance to say something say nothing,
Their silence is deafening, my ears are a curmudgeon,
Oh the humanity, we can't speak candidly,
and have it heard word for word, it's a calamity,
Sanity is a vanity, I'm walking a red carpet,
Littered with starving artists, in a target market,
And I'm so hungry I should be Hungarian,
Red, white, and blue pills, picture perfect American,
I hunt through the cabinets, my fingers are magnets,
Old habits live for ever give me a catalyst.
Winos with their eyes closed
Wonder where the time goes,
And you know you can't rewind so,
That little shell will stunt your minds growth,
Climb slow up the high road,
Undermined to find gold,
We're living with our blinds closed,
And this hell has won and I'm sold.
I'm sparking a revolution of lowered expectations,
Check, check, centered on excess,
Anything worth doing is worth doing in it,
There's fewer minutes for you to get it,
No limits, high stakes,
Migrate to the city let your ears dilate,
Head first in the fire, now you're inspired, great,
You need an outlet, reasonable doubt met,
How do you get over butter without bread?
Post-modernist, I'm in my prime like Optimus,
And won't get recognition until the work is posthumous,
If that, pop pills like tic-tacs,
Mix that with a six-pack and a bag of mishap,
Get your chips smothered in government cheese,
When there's nothing in the cupboards to eat I get my supper for free,
Self-righteous vices roll the dice hit,
Seven, eleven, or heaven nothing is priceless.
Winos with their eyes closed
Wonder where the time goes,
And you know you can't rewind so,
That little shell will stunt your minds growth,
Climb slow up the high road,
Undermined to find gold,
We're living with our blinds closed,
And this hell has won and I'm sold.
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This is the legend of the Frisco dime,
All these stuck up 6's and dressed down 9's
I'm like, “Hello, it's nice to meet you.”
Think I'm crazy that you could be mine,
And they all say a 10 is impossible,
I'm like, “Hello, I'd like to see you.”
This is for the girls who stay out past curfew,
Smelling like high standards and perfume,
Instant gratification is a virtue,
I promise I won't hurt you (then I hurt you) that's how Kurt do,
I tried a lot of ladies, one night stand-ins,
Vow my loyalty, smash then abandon them,
My track record speaks for itself and um...
It's not my fault God made me so handsome,
You're a one or a zero, it's binary,
Bad girls at bars, good girls in libraries,
You know women killed chivalry,
I'm not calling you a bitch, but you're riding in the middle seat,
Honestly, I made a mockery of monogamy,
Stick to my stuck up 6's and treat 'em awfully,
Notch under the belt, conquer another conquest,
No contest, dimes are an illogical concept,
Looking for hate in all the right places,
Blank faces, first name basis,
Whoever cares the least in control,
And I don't have a care in the world as far as you know,
No, I don't have a care in the world as far as you know, (X2)
This is the legend of the Frisco dime,
All these stuck up 6's and dressed down 9's
I'm like, “Hello, it's nice to meet you.”
Think I'm crazy that you could be mine,
And they all say a 10 is impossible,
I'm like, “Hello, I'd like to see you.”
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4. |
Return to Saturn
04:49
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Live like the future doesn't matter,
Return to Saturn, return to Saturn,
Make a life then leave it that's the pattern,
Yeah that's the pattern, return to Saturn,
No time to climb a corporate ladder,
A corporate ladder, return to saturn,
No matter what we'll make it happen,
Yeah we'll make it happen, yeah we'll make it happen,
YouTube views don't put food on the table,
Several bills, I'm past due on my cable,
Can't put me in a category, stamp me with a label,
I'ma sell all of my shit and buy a winnebago,
Sick of the same old, leave it and move on
Life's too short to be in one place for too long,
I found a new calm, sleeping on futons,
Tell me that I ain't shit world, prepare to be proved wrong,
Conformity's boring me, I won't live accordingly,
To socially constructed definitions of normalcy,
I can't afford to be poor and feed a corporate dream,
Or be another mechanism in your machine,
Brick in the wall, I'm kicking it all in,
There's more to life than end work and ballin',
Just a lil notion that I had to confirm,
I'm breaking outta the pattern up in my saturn return
It's like: mid-twenties, make money about face,
Or drown in dreams that escaped you didn't chase,
Apathy is the fast lane to tragedy,
Actually the only thing keeping us down is gravity,
Drastic changes breaking plastic mazes,
Picture drifters and backward vagrants,
Nothing to lose but our chance at finding freedom,
A career who needs them? To saturn we pledge allegiance.
Live like the future doesn't matter,
Return to Saturn, return to Saturn,
Make a life then leave it that's the pattern,
Yeah that's the pattern, return to Saturn,
No time to climb a corporate ladder,
A corporate ladder, return to saturn,
No matter what we'll make it happen,
Yeah we'll make it happen, yeah we'll make it happen,
Life is what you make of it, we are not stuck in our skin,
We are of everything.
The more you think, you realize what you don't know,
Spinning inside your head your thoughts become a broken home.
Checkmate, I can feel the life,
I can feel the life, I can feel it beating in your chest plate.
Checkmate, I can feel the life,
I can feel the life, I can feel it beating in your chest plate.
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5. |
PBR Budget
03:19
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Champagne taste on a PBR budget,
We clubbin' drunk in public, (X4)
I got Pabst Blue Ribbon in a champagne flute,
Fresh double breast on my goodwill suit,
Flask of Jameson, bronze chain dangling,
This party brought to you by Mary Jane and Ableton,
Winner winner, everyone drinking their dinner,
Delivered straight to the liver, got the Old Man Winter,
Literally littered all over the coffee table top,
Bass bumping neighbors screaming to make it stop,
Shots flock like the salmon of Capistrano,
Already empty and we just cracked the bottle,
All the tar in my lungs could probably patch a pot-hole,
Bigger than Costcos from Frisco to Tahoe,
Low brow, low budget every occasion,
Fucked up when the day ends, a sign of the ages,
You know who it is, it's a mid-twenties wasteland,
Party all day, the boomerang generation.
Champagne taste on a PBR budget,
We clubbin' drunk in public, (X4)
PBRK, drink PBR all day,
We getting sponsored if you wanna partake,
Making the car shake, diem the carpe,
No reason I'm feeding what I'm fiending the hard way,
The bars raised for ballin' on a budget,
Cult classic this ain't even hit the clubs yet,
None of my homies ever passing a drug test,
Got 'em itching like they got the bed bugs,
Rest never, not a naw-nudder stopping,
Fired from my job, unemployment not an option,
Scrape pennies, got champagne taste ready
To take over the world once I hurl a lake and break levies,
Stay classy, pass me the Pabst please,
My shit's nasty, straight Great Gatsby,
Party crashing, credit card maxing out,
PoorboyRichkid bitch we in the house.
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6. |
Black Crows
03:46
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I'll wait for the city to swallow me whole,
It's too bad you won't be gone tomorrow,
She used to text me X's and O's like tic-tac-toe,
Now I'm staring at black crows,
Dragging me in a black hole,
I'm trying to do the backstroke, but they got lassos,
Wrapped around my arms and legs, but I don't wanna go,
On my last note, this could be my only hope.
This could be my only hope.
We screamed just to test the acoustics,
Ruthless emotional scarring and bruises,
Beautifully abusive, crazy in love,
Don't get it confused it was mainly delusions of grandeur,
Insecurities became a cancer,
So much judgment I had no choice but to slander,
Sorry commander, I can't live up to your standards,
Earth's calling... No answer.
I felt so average that I passed with a C,
All her baggage wouldn't pack up and leave,
For the guilt trips she planned and had all wrapped up her sleeve,
I tried to close those chapters, but she mastered a key,
We binged on the intravenous use of tough love,
Words hit so hard I thought that she would cough up blood,
Tripping over what was swept under the rug,
On the verge of losing then she gave me a nudge,
The magnets on her fridge screamed, “save me!”
Tempers boiling over, wit's end escalating,
You look so breathtaking when your acting all crazy,
You'd run out, strung out, on the high we were chasing,
Never to catch, I read the signs right,
That drive down memory lane is nice in hindsight,
I wish you well now that everything is finite,
We were poison for one another, inject the cyanide.
She used to text me X's and O's like tic-tac-toe,
Now I'm staring at black crows,
Dragging me in a black hole,
I'm trying to do the backstroke, but they got lassos,
Wrapped around my arms and legs, but I don't wanna go,
On my last note, this could be my only hope.
This could be my only hope.
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7. |
Hour Traps
03:50
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Our lives slip through the hour glass,
Long nights and bright lights are our traps,
Tall tales been drinking sour mash,
I make it rain, you shoulda brought a shower cap.
(X2)
The younger kids get older,
Well I was one once too,
It's funny how that happens,
One year goes by and the next one's in front you,
I'm going to get drunk now, and party with my friends,
Cause some of us aren't loners, but alone is what we've been.
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POORBOY RICHKID San Francisco, California
PoorboyRichkid is a indie/rap Duo From San Francisco CA. The Sound is a blend of several genres and has a edgy, fresh new sound. Their Song "Hour Traps" was Recently featured on Bay areas LIVE 105 Radio staions show Souncheck. With an explosive live show, and a growing fan base, These guys are not to be taken lightly. Check out the Debut album Here or on Spotify/Itunes etc. ... more
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