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This pop-infused track combines catchy melodies and some track dynamics to address issues of technology and consumerism.
lyrics
Well I think it’s time we close our tabs
Throw our bodies up for grabs
4 deep in the backseat, like we’re driving cabs
I think it’s time we close our tabs
Every story ain’t been told
As you can see
This whole crew done broke the mold
We will do anything except what we’re told
The night is young and my body is not yet old
So I think it’s time we close our tabs
Throw our bodies up for grabs
The more the merrier,
Life’s the backseat of a cab
I think it’s time we close our tabs
Rich kids pay for all the drugs
Apparently they love the company
of some swagged-out R&B thugs
They’re keeping our seats cold
In all the hottest clubs
Someone is paying for all this fun
Long hair don’t care but I can’t be careless
Sexiness’ll get me Jet Li fearless
Try to save these bald heads
No chicken or hairless
But they just babble on in Babylon
Oh so careless
Oh so magic
Yet oh so frail
Oh so tragic
How we build our own jail
But not us love
We’ve got trust
For folks like us realness is a must
Let gold souls glow
Let cold steal rust
And this rose gold grill’ll
Incite some lust
So I think it’s time that we get them checks
And fuck it, tip em all like 300 percent
Bigger picture, my regards
Going up to the moon and stars
Fuck cash
Fuck credit
Fuck debit cards
I’ve got that, I don’t need it
We’ve got that, we don’t need it
You’ve got IT, you don’t need it
And yeah I know positivity is the paramount
But I’ve got a couple issues, Ima air them out
There’s labels, twitters, instagrams
Selfie girls and there’s facebook fans
And then there’s real motherfuckers showing nothing but love
Since whens a night over cuz they closed a club
I’d never know what’s for sale if I ain’t gone in the store
We’d never know what’s for sale if we ain’t gone in the store
You’d never know what’s for sale if you ain’t gone in the store
Eh?
Think about it
White lines lead us down a road
But it seems to me, somewhere down that path it gets cold
Maybe there’s more than what is bought and sold
But I believe every story ain’t been told.
credits
from The Demonstration EP,
released April 11, 2016
Written, recorded, mixed, and mastered by Jon Gartner
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