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Oh Guillermo!
03:32
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This song will never be topped
I’ll never do better than this so I’ll stop
My heart keeps racing
But I can’t keep up with the pace of what people want
I’m locked and loaded, lonely road ahead
But I keep going, facing despair without shock
Once this is dropped, I’m skipping my flop
And getting out while I’m on top
My last applause an afterthought
So clap your hands to my exit plot
Never do better than this so I’ll stop
Save your breath it’s over now
We go up and we go down
Some will swim and some will drown
All will fail beware the clown
Well I guess that I’ve blown my load
No reason in mixing your time with mine so don’t
Come buying my next vinyl record with free download code
Cause I’ll be rhyming the same, writing the same
Cause half my fans don’t want me to change
A monkey doing tricks? I’d rather jerk off in my face
I guess I’ll blame these constellations on my art’s own constipation
I’ve had my fun with this creation but it’s the last that I’ll be making
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Future Now
04:21
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Free jazz coffin sucking on a tall tale
Cough drop to the floor twerk till you go stale
Ten-tree-size-ax (so much for Bunyan)
Run around crying with a pocket full of onions
Charismatic cheapskate pumping them free weights
Flexing for the girls with the honey that the bees make
Affordable fatigue, abominable prestige
Take account of all the people that you need
There’s no way that I could ever fathom
All the horrible that’s about to happen
Even in a million imagine
Just the type of war that we’ll be having
We’ll just keep fighting each other and liking
Our current status of the battle
Cause we’re riding backwards in the saddle
Welcome to our future now
Congratulations corrugated and unctuous
Man I wanted to be the laughing stock of your function
Clown suit causing all types of mayhem
Can I get a witness? Absolutely you can
A form fitted followup, love a good swallow-fuck
tumbling around in the back of a cargo truck
Painted with a paralyzed idea of who I am
Naked stick figures with a calamari hologram
Can’t believe the insight, mind with a minute left
Pop star grabbed the mic and flowed so def
Medication agent, tower in the free world
Prescription patient saying, “Go get a degree, girl!”
Common actuality depends on where your standing
I try to be certain before I start demanding
A frustrated mansion, creole in fashion
Translated letters from Theo to the bastard
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Fritz Cook Newburgh, New York
Uber obscure NYC artist Fritz Cook croons cool, doo-wop-flavored acid dreams that will lull his listeners down the blithe headspace of Alice's rabbit hole. The Brooklyn-based artist has a set of pipes so buttery that you could just melt into them, and they're paired with instrumentals that feel both familiar and strange--maybe like a '45 that's been left out in the sun too long -Olivia Sisinni ... more
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