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Verse 1 - Just Riley

They say it's lonely at the top how's it looking on the bottom
Playin pickle in the middle I dont eat the rich I rob em
modern middle aged robin Hoods up and kicks laced
Paisley prints across the face I think I hear your moms callin
Ollie Ollie OxyContin hillbilly heroin
Clippin off the wings of each coke fairied seraphim
stare into the sun spots Rorschach ink blots
Sidewalk chalk talkin louder than the boom box
Ecto-cooler juice box Lunchbox Rambo
Paper rock scissors make decisions roshambo
Call it neurotic melancholic agnostic
Empty wallet alcoholic goin bald with a cowlick
follicle deficiency Eddie Munster widows peak
movie of the week me and peewee twins peaks
Speak for the trees no tongues i employ em
Johnny Mini appleseed holler at Sheboygan

Chorus

New day. New place. Clean slate.
Never hesitate. Hurry up. No wait...
New day. New place. Clean slate.
Not a lot of patience, I was never one to wait.
You crack the case. I crack the safe.
No fingerprints. No sign. No trace.
New day. New place. Clean slate.
Back down. Never. I keep packin’ my plate.

Verse 2 - Homeless

Taught myself to swim, in case they say I missed the boat
‘cause playin’ this game is fickle, they gon’ love you til they don’t
Rollin’ stones up a hill the kids’ll never get their fill
Still buildin’ a catalog with my phasers to kill
spit intelligent, then they don't wanna listen
And you're dead before you're livin', aint that an aborted mission
So it seems, I am somewhere in between
that Hangin’ with Mr. Cooper and scrubbin’ with Mr. Clean
just a little bit away, from poppin’ some bubbly
celebratin’ turning into the people we wanna be, barely:
pissin’ in pots, and thinkin’ bout pop rocks
standin’ tall, hoppin’ cracks in every sidewalk
Two cents, cheap talk, know I’m worth more than I’m paid
Doors open; close, I’m gettin’ better every day
workin’ more, worried less, dirt poor, nerdy fresh
Ready set. Deep breath. Gentlemen place your bets.

Chorus
New day. New place. Clean slate.
Never hesitate. Hurry up. No wait...
New day. New place. Clean slate.
Not a lot of patience, I was never one to wait.
You crack the case. I crack the safe.
No fingerprints. No sign. No trace.
New day. New place. Clean slate.
Back down. Never. I keep packin’ my plate.

Verse 3 Pt.1 - Just Riley

Pickin bones clean then I'm comin back for seconds
Never waste my minutes loadin musket ball weapons
Peckin pigeons twitchy fidgets quickly messin up the mission
wishin they were in position cause the early bird missed it
Siftin through the soil bet you never found the bait
Half hour wait skinny dippin swimmin in the wrong lake
I haven't ate...time to analyze the function
Crunchin numbers like a number muncher munchin up the luncheon

Verse 3 Pt. 2 - Homeless

Start a milk carton, get barterin’ for your meal
A closed mouth never eats, oil to the squeaky wheel
Workin’ through the weekend, speakin’ up and triple deekin
Emilio, Flyin’ V, and we championship the season
Beaker is meep-meepin’, and the lab is on fire
need a drunken cab ride, a couple six packs of Tiger
not a compass, no map, just a thumb up in the wind
knuckle up and buckle up, better hold on to your skin

Chorus

New day. New place. Clean slate.
Never hesitate. Hurry up. No wait...
New day. New place. Clean slate.
Not a lot of patience, I was never one to wait.
You crack the case. I crack the safe.
No fingerprints. No sign. No trace.
New day. New place. Clean slate.
Back down. Never. I keep packin’ my plate.

credits

released July 11, 2013
Produced by Gatzby
soundcloud.com/gatzby

Mixed and Mastered by Steve Murray at Full Circle Studios
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Album Artwork by Evan Drolet Cook
evandroletcook.com

Lyrics by Homeless & Just Riley
www.homeless.bandcamp.com
www.justriley.bandcamp.com

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Ryan Kopperud Minneapolis, Minnesota

Ryan Kopperud is a poet, writer, and rapper born in Minneapolis, Minnesota. He began his career in performing and writing, by competing in Austin, Texas with the Minneapolis Poetry Slam Team, at just the age of 19. His work is equal parts complex and effortless, ranging from topics of love, loss, depression, struggle, and celebration. ... more

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