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Track 7
lyrics
Yes, shout out to Egypto Knuckles on the beat, come on
What manifests the perspective of pessimists?
I guess it depends on where their head has been
Let me put some words inside this thought bubble
Show you what I've been thinkin' about, got stubble
Ain't shaved in days, a frown covered in hair
Eatin' Peanut M&M's, up late watchin' Colbert
Ponder life 'til the birds outside chirpin'
Dreams with no sleep until I feel my eyes burnin'
Billion dollar companies cunningly squelchin' personalities
And sellin' false realities
Tempted and tormented by a fallacy
As if my self-worth was relative to salary
Sprinting in this race just to stay on pace
Still punchin' clocks so my bank statement's straight
I wanna literally cold cock a clock in its face
'Til it breaks, set the hands back and recalibrate the days
Ain't got a clue of what I'm doin'
Makin' it up and keep pursuin'
And even if I still end up losin'
Got no regrets, got no regrets, got no regrets, no
But music helps when I'm caught in a slump
Boostin' me up to get over the hump
Winning crowds at 7th Street, Amsterdam, and Triple Rock
Tastes good as a Bruce Lee Burger at Ginger Hop
Hangin' up posters and passin' out flyers
Stayin' visible so the buzz doesn't expire
Moves made with dues paid and still working
And people like to mention my resemblance to Bill Murray
Which is apt, days feel like they're on repeat
Elongated chases to make it into the elite
Seen a lot o' dudes quit when it didn't come quick
Developing movements isn't for the unfit
But what's next when you figured out answers
And still can't seem to make bigger advances
In accordance with affordin' what's priceless
Givin' good advice but a victim to your vices
Ain't got a clue of what I'm doin'
Makin' it up and keep pursuin'
And even if I still end up losin'
Got no regrets, got no regrets, got no regrets, no
Dark days need ulraviolet rays
Or a little Tribe Called Quest to be played
Still lookin' for my Bonita Applebum
Searchin' where the Minneapple's hung
Fruitless, just feelin' like a vegetable
Plans get retooled when the wrench is thrown
As the point gets drilled into my head
Construct something different and build it up instead
'Cause old wounds heal, peel off the Band-Aid
A bright landscape, take off the lamp shade
Take lonesomeness, the financial burdens
The missed opportunities, and setbacks occurrin'
And just wad 'em up, throw 'em in a trash compactor
Step back from the past onto the path that's after
Time to escape, make a break from this routine
Write out goals and turn over a new loose leaf
Ain't got a clue of what I'm doin'
Makin' it up and keep pursuin'
And even if I still end up losin'
Got no regrets, got no regrets, got no regrets, no
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from A New Age,
released April 26, 2017
Written and performed by Christopher Michael Jensen