I’m too Pablo to go pop tho, more Escobar than Picaso
Fat mushroom caps and art hoes
My style ain’t boom bap, it’s art trap
Pouring mud in my Malbec
The sun settin’, now it’s time to leave the house to hit the paper chase
Amazing Race to keep my pockets straight
Two gold chains like I’m Shabba Ranks, in the Cutlass while I’m switchin’ lanes
Still the same, turning down job offers every other day
I told Heather, she like “Damn, maybe you should change,”
But I can’t
Won’t be long before I raise the price
I’m brazy nice, if I was down, I’d be flying kites
I got the keys to a better way of life, 30 bitches like I’m Heidi Fleiss
And I keep ‘em all ‘cause I ain’t never been the flighty type
Chef by day, but at night I turn into Jesus Christ
You get blinded by the lights when my chains on
Different day, but it’s the same song
Trunk full of bud, I don’t see a thing wrong
Still sellin’ P’s, I got hella felonies
Been this way since I was 17
Strollin’ down the River Walk, can’t even drink the water
They got me on conspiracy, but that’s another story
Never worried, keep a pistol in my undergarments
Super clean Ketamine, don’t say I didn’t warn ya
Snitchin niggas on my paperwork
County jain, they brought ‘em in the cell, snuffed ‘em when I saw ‘em
Million dollar bail, lips sealed, Imma need a lawyer
Trafficked heroin before I ever owned a car
Never done nothin’ wrong, I’m not a saint, it’s Sheme the God
Theo Tobias' vocals shine on this dynamic and delicate 4-track dose of melancholic indie rock from Manchester, England. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 11, 2016