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Backseat Driver

by Plainspoke

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1.
Sneak Up On You (Barbershop) 02:53
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2.
Coming Around 03:07
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Coming around, spitting it out, making it sound heavy Live in the now, fearing the doubt, cuz they're out to get me Gimme an ounce, gimme a pound, gimme a wound that's flesh deep I'm coming around, spitting it out, making it sound heavy Fee-fi, I sit next To Levi, his thick head Don't realize I be next Me, I Gonna fire myself, feed the rejects Then eject to the east-west For a little while while I reset I read text as it flies by my window let it be said I'd be dead if it weren't for the work of the beat gen If it weren't for the worst of reasons I feast in this beating The beats give me feeling Meaning I don't mind, but I'm reading the fault lines You're feeding, I'm eating My plain clothes are cheap And my plainspoken speech Has been given reprieve I sleep in a room with Miss Bo Peep I sleep in a room but get no sleep I sleep in a room, its Gitmo sleep I get mo’ sleep with my eyes awake Listen to the bible, they be idols on their idle days He buys a lock and locks away the Visine bottles he buys of late He buys the lotto and wine, while we wait for the numbers to come and put food on our plates when the numbers do come we buy booze at the bank Ruin our name with a room at the clank Who will wait for the gloom in the tank To liven the spirits of those losing their length I have a serum, you have a truth If I speak it in the booth who do you thank What is innate and what do we waste how do we pay for the things that we take how do we date, when time’s a fake bottle the days and bury them deep watch the light and count the sheep as he walks by, sound asleep mouthing to the morning, these fountain-tipped, founded this sit at the corner of here and meek timid, I be idled with my mind two steps ahead of I don't buy those / excuses, I’m an idol of the useless my time is spent, let’s use it get high on the feeling that you only need a two-bit thinking that I’m truest, but lying through and through and flying like I’m tuned to the beat that I’m producing you ever think that everything is bullshit?
3.
You Are Listening To Backseat Driver 04:01
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4.
Won't Let Die 03:40
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no sleep, count sheep, been counting all week rap in the car because I get no peace slap together bars like I’m up to be a lawyer (jeez) study hard, get a house, just a room with a boiler (cheap) steady count, I’m down to the wire, finders fees for these arsonist fires If I had a dream and you had a lighter, we’d be the team that’d set those fires (you’re fired) so sit in the dark as i sit in this car with a bitch outside, I don’t like it’s bark don’t like these bars, but i rap ‘em the same as dollars add up from my pockets of change from scholars at large to ekin and arc' I’m coming apart, asleep in the park Eating the gar-bage, diving in like I’m marvin starving Repeat and restarting See these people round me, Even when I'm drowning Deep inside There's just something bout these Beats, beats, beats I won't let die I sleep, but when I dream it’s all the same took my name, plainspoke, and made it all about the plain then I crashed it, coming up for air, bear and grin the basket fasting but can’t crack the habit, listen to my body and it’s saying I’m addict let’s add it, this disbelief / when I believe my teeth are cracking If it’s disease / I’m relieved / otherwise I’ll leave here packing for relief turned a comic when you feeling like the leaf Asked if I could frolic, made a promise I’d believe you disagree, but underneath you wonder if I see put into a slumber, sleeping beauty or would be it's acting, reacting to the fact of the degree that I’m slacking, you laughing like I’m dragging my feet but I feed, supersede the rhymes, get a bead of sweat when I read at times when I be in bed, with the deed in my head, we digress can i plead for death See these people round me, Even when I'm drowning Deep inside There's just something bout these Beats, beats, beats I won't let die
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So Little 03:12
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I'm exhausted, forgetful, there's no time for sleep Hoping that I live slow, or burn out on the beats For just some peace when i leave though, because hope is honesty, a sieve through the limbo, be the broker on your knees Feel the boulder, see the void that opens up between your feet, and feel older, old enough to open up to your beliefs Or be the loner, bundled up or bold enough to feel the heat and seal it over, when you're green there's still something to believe And when I’m lost I miss those thoughts from the deep end What’s the cost of a nickel but a dime on which you depend Toss and turn when I sleep but I find there's no time to reason Boss of the path that's beat I walk for my own reasons Cough and grieve, but I won't walk off until I eat them, off until I meet them in the bog where my dreams end The log, it talks, but it won't for long when I am healing, when I'm Leland on the floor, revealing I have deepened I sleep in a room I walk in the middle I do what people do Talk like I'm civil I believe that its the truth When I believe in so little I believe in so little I believe it so x2 I walk around where the sparks are mirages And the hearts of the town live in two car garages Where I'm up and I'm down, and the wheel's upon us Don't fuck with it now, because I'm feeling it honest Got my hands in the ground, touch the tree of Nirvana Find my place in the sound, like the face of Madonna I've been chasing my doubt, I've been trailing the comets I feel safe right now because the world's neurotic Turn a page, rip it out and drop these rhymes methodic Turn your face to my mouth, another pale white object I say I misplaced my house, can I come home with you to rob it Got a problem, I can’t tell, I said that I would make a profit Riding shotguns into hell, God knows I won’t stop it Because God won’t hold me down, I’m only in it for the prophets Only living for the projects, finish and I’m garbage Got a harbinger of garnish, and if I’m honest I don’t want it
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The Buses Were Empty 02:36
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These songs were written over the course of a few months and recorded in my car over the course of an afternoon.

They sound rushed and hurried and they're not as tight as I'd like them to be, but that reflects how I've felt these last months, driving between two places I don't want to be and trying to maintain the appearance that I like doing things I actually hate.

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released January 19, 2015

I did all the production and writing/rapping on the tracks with vocals, and there's some sampling of NPR and other things scattered about the interludes.

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