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[intro: 2 mello & million sunday]
these old magazines are only like a dollar
this is so crazy
do you ever think about what it_ what it would be like trying to make stuff before the internet?
to be on one of these pages could be like, life_changing
everybody was trying to get in there
and now that’s here
(yeah, yeah)
pile of dust
maybe not even archived
right there
so crazy, what
(woo)

[verse 1: 2 mello]
i rock the gift over the equator, only place to put my heat
i sock the grifter, runnin’ the plays up under where i rest my feet
i’m real on wake_up, like the sunday paper so don’t sleep on me
i dream in peace, if you enter my thoughts you must have paid the fee
amazingly, i came complete on day one, greeting the sun
when my journey begun, i said i was the best too hastily
but i had time to run it back and take the lesson placed on me
flip it, study and apply it, then be quiet patiently
i don’t want new sounds, i’m trying to control my environment now
i don’t want two pounds, i’m trying to connect with something profound
i don’t want noise, i want music, i don’t want content, i want juice
i don’t want constant f_ckin’ abuse, i want to grip on what i can use
i wanna cl!ck and spin wheels like a fidget cube
i wanna sound much happier in my interviews
if you’ a loser with no sk!lls then we don’t two_way
i only hang with g_niuses who don’t do sh_t and then everything in 2 days
[verse 2: 2 mello]
oh, look over here
this little chair, record player, you got a music listening area
ah, we don’t do that any more, like sit and listen to music in one designated physical place
and a record is so finite too, like it’s not gonna queue up another playlist of stuff you might like
you’re experiencing like, a musical film with a start and an end
i still wanna make something that knows that, you know
it really appeals to me

[verse 3: 2 mello]
i’m trying to make you see sound, seek the speaker and sit down
pick and then sip a beverage while i work emotional leverage
agonizing over textures and details vs. retail
and getting the sh_t done, i’m meeting with m at 1
so we can be grounded but astounding, ‘cuz music gotta come out
at the end of the day if you can’t hit play, the sh_t don’t weigh an ounce
i catch feelings a great amount with shout outs from real people
working real jobs in real time, dealing with real evil
that my cd could grace your chevy and bring levity to your day run
that’s like half of how we have fun, is starting with a kick on the 1
like that
and the rest is just reaction in a fashion
if i can get across the passion, in my view, that’s long_lasting
check, check, are you still with me? am i comin’ through?
draw breath, cheat death deftly with another loop
whipping my connection to the source back and forth
as i clip out sections corresponding to my course
[outro: 2 mello & million sunday]
(la, la, la, la, la la, ba, ba, ba)
lemme try somethin’
my music, my music’s like finding a bookmark in a book its owner never finished
and then wondering what’s beyond that point
my music’s like finding a sketchbook where you stopped drawing in the middle, years ago
yeah, take the next page and just show me what you can do now
that kinda thing
my music’s like finding an old pair of shoes at your parents’ house, realizing they fit you better than anything else you have
it’s never done, i’m telling you it’s never done
i’m gettin so charged up i gotta go make something right now, sh_t
let’s f_cking go!

- 2 mello

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