Hook You work so hard but barely get by/ You got real dreams but you scared to try/ Say you too unprepared, that’s a lie/ Always just barely miss paradise/ Verse 1 The paradox of paradise/ Come down to a pair of dice/ Pack a parachute, expect turbulent skies/ With just a pair of shoes, you’d be paralyzed/ They all disguise the truth/ It’s all a Roose so I’m Bolton/ Faster than Michael Porter at Father Tolton/ I need a jolt to my system, maybe just a re-set/ Realistically, how many do we get?/ In order to survive, learn to live with regrets/ Like Jon Snow with Ygritte/ Or Ned Stark with his head/ Or George Bush with the debt/ Don’t sweat, just yet/ Not a reason to be upset/ The elite are a subset based on descent/ More rare than others subsequent/ You can still pay your rent/ Make a dent in your retirement/ 1 percent’s not a requirement/ That’s what they all said/ That’s what they all said/ Verse 2 Just turned 34/ Overtime Overtime, cuz you need More More More/ More More More/ Just had a kid, your wife wants More More More/ More More More, More More More/ Get home from work, it’s Chores Chores Chores/ Chores Chores Chores, Chores Chores Chores/ No sleep tonight, your wife Snores Snores Snores/ Snores Snores Snores, Snores Snores Snores/ A Bachelor’s in Humanities?/ Did I lose my sanity?/ Gonna drain out the Liberal bullshit/ And listen to Hannity/ Had nothing handed to me/ I’m a hard working American, damn it!/ Pull up my bootstraps until I strike oil like Jed Clampett!/ If I fail, I clearly didn’t work hard enough/ Or I’m not tough enough, too focused on that art stuff/ Won’t blame anything on hard luck/ Not the GOP way to regard stuff!/ Verse 3 I’m 75/ I’m too old to drive/ I’m too old to swallow my pride/ I wasn’t right/ I could never reach paradise/ No matter how hard I tried/ It doesn’t add up/ Why does everything divide?/ Every conversation with my daughter seems forced/ Ever since her mother and I got divorced/ At least she speaks to me, unlike my son/ Who would like to greet me with a gun/ His youth wasn’t fun/ And it’s my fault/ Too busy to play ball or play catch/ Tryna stave off bills and taxes/ And a marriage as prickly as a cactus/ The fact is I did my best/ It wasn’t enough/ My son didn’t write the test/ But he’s the judge/ I showed him the good stuff/ Without the price/ Resented me as soon as he realized/ I lied about paradise/

Bridge 1 This shit is scary and we can’t go back/ Was talkin’ to my friends about Anderson .Paak/ I go to Google, suggests Anderson .Paak/ I go to Facebook, I see Anderson .Paak/ I go to iTunes, it’s just Anderson .Paak/ This shit is crazy and we can’t go back/ Was talkin’ to my friends about Anderson .Paak/ I go to Google, suggests Anderson .Paak/ I go to Facebook, I see Anderson .Paak/ I go to iTunes, it’s just Anderson .Paak/ This shit’s amazing and I can’t go back/ Google already knew I love Anderson .Paak/ Facebook already knew I love Anderson .Paak/ iTunes already knew I love Anderson .Paak/ Verse 1 I press a button to enter the real world/ Hard to get the feels in this hard cold steel world/ What’s concealed is now revealed in the real world/ Big Brother watching you in the real world/ They trackin’ you, trackin’ you, trackin’ you downnnnnn/ Every time you wanna purchase a clown/ Every time you wanna purchase a cake/ Every time you go on Amazon/ Every time you make a Hot Take/ On Twitter with the hashtag/ They snag your litter like a grab bag/ They see that pic of you and your grand dad/ They demand that your attention is divided/ Look at me, Look at me, Look at me!/ They demand your attention is scattered/ Until your brain splatters and your attention is fractured/ Then they convince you Jobs is the rapture/ And blogs are the answer/ Bridge 2 Curated playlists, curated playlists/ I hope Beats 1 Radio plays this/ Curated playlists, curated playlists/ I hope Pitchfork Media rates this/ Curated playlists, curated playlists/ I hope BBC Radio plays this/ Curated playlists, curated playlists/ I hope The New Yorker rates this/ Curated playlists, curated playlists/ I hope Conde Nast rates this/ Verse 2 We’re conditioned/ To accept terms and conditions under any condition/ Pack in the supervision with precision/ No collision with my vision/ It was a split decision/ It’s time for an update! It’s time for an update!/ Click a button to make it go away/ Benefits are a byproduct/ Stalk our conduct so we buy products/ Buy Prada, Buy sawdust, buy a pot of gold/ Buy a lot to stop getting old/ Constantly compared to beauty that’s sold/ Hit the gym so I can get swole/ Whole Foods on my way home/ Keep spending to be trendy/ So strangers are friendly/ I look like Grunge Jesus/ Beard, man-bun and a henly/ Thank Yeezus for Twitter/ I finally have an identity!/ But seriously/ I’m not chic/ Just unique/ Said the sheep/

Spoonman verse Was a skeptic til I heard Skepta/ On Shutdown he really stepped up/ Left a/ Big impression/ Switched directions/ Incorporate grime and it’s intersections/ Show respect/ Hope my verse pass inspection/ Grab attention/ Not diverse hurts your beat selection/ Came to the track with a plan of attack/ To take down Zach and the rest of the pack/ With a style that’s mad and a swag to match/ You best step back/ ‘less you got some to match/ I brought the wraps/ I brought the weed/ I brought the heat/ I upped the speed/ Squeeze opportunities like double D’s/ Sound as sweet as D Double E/ Or Wiley or Dizzee/ Put you in a tizzy/ Don’t try to diss me/ I know you spinnin’ this back like a Frisbee/ You say kiss my ass/ But I know you’ll miss me/ If I grab your ass/ I know you’ll kiss me/ Don’t get too frisky/ Bout to get fizzy/ Cuz I’m shakin’ shit it up/ So smooth you think I’m making it up/ On the spot/ Off the dome/ Off top/ Rap squat when she give me dome/ You sound lost like ET phone home/ Take you out like Barry O phone drome/ Sixth grade I used to play trombone/ 8th grade guitar, 10th grade bass/ Now I’m spittin bars/ I’ll spit in your face/ If you don’t get out of my way/ Like andalay andalay, eee ii ee iii, uh oh/ Cinque anneés in MO/ Movin’ to Chicago/ Know you love the staccato/ Rap aficionado/ Comin with more hits than Carlos Delgado/ Like Ricky Ricardo, got some shamin’ to do/ Aubrey, you’ve got some splainin’ to do!/ Twitter, you’ve got some hatin’ to do!/ Excuse me, I’ve got some creatin’ to do/ Make due until I break through/ Dreams I wanna make true/ All the crates that I’ve raked through/ So the tape is great, dude/ If I have to quit, I’ll be as bitter as a grapefruit/ With no splenda/ Sentiments from a MENSA contender/ Never content, I stay tense while I’m present/ No pretense, why I’m never less than second/ Never waste a second

Verse 1 So sophisticated..../ The capital city of artistic creation/ Sexual freedom and alienation/ Was offered a beat from a man from Toulousse/ Sound so sweet, what the Spoon got to lose?/ He said, what’d you like?/ I said, Je voudrais/ Un rythme de rap/ With the snares and the hi-hats/ And a bassline that slaps/ Oh yeah, Oh yeah/ Dj Atono/ Do it pro bono/ Livin’ no FOMO/ Goodbye to Como/ And hello to Chi-town/ The rest of my life now/ Just gimme a a mic now/ Gimme a mic now/ I’m ready to fight now/ You ready to bite now/ Ready to bite my STYLEEEEE/ My STYLLLEEEEE/ Ready to bite my STYLEEEEEE/ My STYLEEEEEEEE/ Born like this, like CatDog/ Just the way that I rap, dawg/ Like a sasquatch with patois/ Verse 2 I’m on a mission/ Find what I been missin/ Now I’m ready to listen/ I’m ready to listen so you better speak up/ Not afraid of division, you better speak up/ This indecision that you speak of/ I made my decision, we’re gonna break up/ Ready to wake up/ Chase hoes in their make-up/ No clothes when we make love/ Feel better than pay stubs/ Stacks to pack eight tubs/ Quackin’ like eight ducks/ Cracked and gave eight fucks/ Fat bass needs eight subs/ Wait for the club/ For the club to get poppin/ These pills we be poppin/ The rush never stoppin/ Suss out my options/ Hot bust in a crop top/ Young lust, no cock block/ Take my shoes and my socks off/ Then she suckin’ my cock off/ Goin’ like ka ka/ Stuck it in, she go Gaga/ She wanna call me Da Da/ Make her moan like Ya Ya/ Take me home, she said Nah Nah/ Verse 3 When I’m sleepin and snorin’/ Keep me in storage/ Unless it’s important/ It isn’t important/ Super hungover/ I can’t ignore it/ Eat none of your porridge/ Eat none of your fridge/ Gonna go out and get some short ribs/ Your prime’s always short lived/ Not the best of all time, but I’m on the short list/ Potential enormous but future’s amorphous/ Not chasin’ endorsements, I’m chasin’ endorphins/ When it come to the game/ Like Kramer, I’m drivin’ the bus/ Like Kramer, I don’t give a fuck/ Lite creamer all in my cup/ My grinder filled up with nugs/ So we gon roll a blunt/ And I’m gonna smoke you up/ Yeah I’m gonna smoke you up

A shame that I came into this game alone/ But I’m gonna make a name in this Game of Thrones/ Forget all the lames out in Westeros/ Or bros named James on the Western Coast/ That new James Blake was too long yanno/ But on the Timeless remix, I killed the flow/ New skill that I’ve honed 1000 refugees killed on the boat/ In the Mediterranean/ Because of problems out in Mesopotamia, They tryna dodge em/ Cuz nobody solves em/ Let’s not be solemn/ Drink brandy from a salamander and I’m hammered/ Animated like Homer and Ned Flanders/ Think I’ll get a home out in Flanders/ Maybe in Brussells/ Hope she Answers Me like Arthur Russell/ Built up some muscle, now I’m tryna trim the fat/ So I can get a chick like Prim Sripipat/ I rip the bag, I rip the bong/ I sip a flask and then I’m gone/ Grab a mic and I hit it raw/ Unhinge your jaw/ My lack of flaws has you in awe/ Still wonderin’ just what you saw/ The wunderkind of Missourah/ And Cackalack, North and South/ Factor that, into my sound/ Embrace the UK cuz they break new ground/ Grime, drum’n’bass and that Ruff Sound/ There’s a time and place for the here and now/ And blasts from the past to bring back around/ That’s how I’m found/ It’s Spoonman, I’m back in town/

VERSE 1 Goin’ in over dub, house and grime beats/ This album’s a time piece/ It’s a mad ting, this timing/ Now my only tihng is rhyming/ Trade states in a few days/ But my state of my mind stays the same/ Play the game like Settlers of Catan/ Read Rap Genius like it’s the Qu’Ran/ Aimin for the title/ My words like a verse from the Bible/ Can switch gears without shifting into idle/ When they switch the beat/ I never fall back/ I stay on my feet/ Like I’m a kitty cat/ Break me off a beat/ I spit kit kat bars/ One day they’ll say the kid got far/ The hip-hop Jean-Luc Godard/ Postgrad my Le Gai savoir/ Say I use fads or use patois/ That’s off, that’s not right/ Best back off, better play nice! You really think I’d let you off the hook that easy?/ You wonder how I make a song with no hook sound easy/ When I was young they’d tease me/ If I’d said I’d be a rapper they’d never believe me/ Guess they’re gonna have to change the way they perceive me, now/ Now when they see me, they be like wow/ VERSE 2 Yo it’s Spoon and I’m back, just smoked that loudpack/ This beat sounds like a movie soundtrack/ Like Attack the Block with Basement Jaxx/ I patiently spazz all over the track/ Me, Fehr, and ZOme comin’ through like the Monstars/ The way we bombard you with these bomb bars/ Hotter than curry from Bombay/ Hotter than Curry on a trey/ Hotter than the torch that made this crème brulee/ The misanthropic misogynist that dress androgynous/ These rappers so homogenous, the shit seems obvious/ My songs are like novels and they sound like they novices/ Lament me cuz I torment them like Obelisk/ ZOmer is Slifer and Fehr’s the Winged Dragon/ We just some hip-hop lifers sharing a few flagons/ And waggin’ our tails at some ladies telling their tales/ Won’t fail since Asian chicks love that I’m pale/ I’m tryna Death Grips and chill but she was off of the pill/ Still needed my fill so she sucked till her neck hurt/ Then I’m back in the lab like I’m Dexter makin’ my next verse/

Vote for Hillary/ Vote for Bernie/ Shit, vote for Trump/ It don’t concern me/ The main contenders/ A hawkish Senator left of center/ Friend to big spenders/ Neo-con agenda/ But less of an adventure/ Than Trump I’d venture/ Bernie needs denchers/ Trump’s head looks like a fucking basketball/ From Spalding/ A wall is what we all need!/ Not infrastructure, not trains!/ Not a raise on the minimum wage!/ The Earth is in turmoil/ We keep losing soil/ Don’t spoil the oil/ Attack those that aren’t loyal/ Iran can’t be rowdy/ Free reign to the Saudis/ Black guy in an Audi/ Cops drop him like Rousey/ But if he’s white/ It’s alright/ A bank funds cartel/ We don’t indict/ Regardless of Election Night/ We should be frightened/ You’re deranged or insane/ If you think anything will change/ A new name to blame/ It’ll stay the same/ They’re chained to banks/ Christ’s sake/ Use your brain/ Max out at an eight-year reign/ Murdoch’s 85, ain’t goin away/ Koch Brothers always willing to pay/ Fuck your worth/ 60 more years of Mark Zuckerberg/ I get it, it’s Cali, they’re liberal dudes/ But why Facebook only show liberal news?/ And Google too, sad but true/ Some concede because it meets their beliefs/ It’s a sad dichotomy/ Brainwashing’s fine if its your ideology/ Verse 2 Brock Turner and that damn gorilla/ More coverage than the thrilla in the Manilla/ Go to Facebook, all the opinions vanilla/ Choose one side, no other options considered/ There’s a problem, but I’m not part of it!/ Sentiments from Congress to Parliament/ Police policies cause stress so blacks smoke Parliaments/ Gamin’ On Ya like Parliament/ Clean up neighborhoods like vultures/ Sacrifice culture for safety/ Areas ruined by crack in the eighties/ Gentrify is a nice way to say things/ Like yoga and coffee shops displacing/ The fates of all the races they hate, Wait/ If it’s a problem, I play a big part/ Me and my white roommates live in Wicker Park/ We didn’t wanna live in that iffy part/ By Humboldt Park, contrast was stark/ Two blocks away is like Little San Juan/ Don’t wanna ever say, “Man run!”/ Why’d everyone say, “Rahm run!”/ Cuz of Obama? Should be a goner/ 16 shots on Laquon McDonald/ A murder ring caught on video/ Told Burger King, delete the video/ More repeats of Chi city’s shit show/ Shuttling shame by the shores of skid row/ Kids know, I kick flows in droves/ What a tangled web I wove/ The dang ‘ol web is how I know/ Goes to show any Joe Schmo/ Can go from so-so to informed/ Like Varys for Danaerys/ Stormborn, the Unburnt/ Forlorn future for the unlearnt/ Uncertain for certain cuz you can never be sure/ And I know that for sure

Rapped verse Shit’s hit the fan/ It’s not even bananas, it’s gone full plaintains/ Crazier than slaves with plantations to maintain/ I’m like Django Unchained and you’re lemon meringue/ Piece of pie, what did I, do to deserve this/ Relationship I try to preserve when the verse hit/ Assume my words are subversive/ Aversive to my perseverance/ Causin’ interference/ Steer clear of that conversation/ That cause consternation/ To me you shine brighter than the constellation/ You’re no consolation, but I can’t keep waitin’/

Ahhhhhh, easy like Sunday morning/ Bae snoring, look outside and it’s pouring/ My only chore is to roll up a blunt/ And maybe coordinate some brunch to munch on/ And I got a hunch the line will be long/ But I’m craving some biscuits and gravy/ And maybe something sweet along with that savory/ Came in and put our name in/ Host said it’d be an hour but we can’t blame him/ In the meantime, I got high like Wingardium Leviosa/ Went to the bar and ordered some mimosas/ We turned white like Sosa, we were so hungry/ My tummy begged as I saw folks eat eggs, the yolk runny/ She likes sunny side up, but I would take a bite of/ Anything at all, just heard our name called/ Didn’t wanna ramble, my order was no gamble/ 3 eggs scrambled with feta on top/ Plus B&G and bacon, man that hit the spot/ Pop on some Netflix to decide what to watch non-stop/ Some Bourdain in the rain keeps my brain sane/ You stroke on my mane and for once we seem tame/ I’d be lyin’/lion if I said tomorrow would be the same/ But for now, no struggles just snuggles/ Plenty of magic between us two muggles/ We huddle underneath a sheet and the electric blanket/ The fan blowing air, good thang you brang it/ It’ll help us cool down after we smang it/ After that cunniLANGUS/ While I strangled your anus/ Then my ghost busted like Harold Ramis/

I’m driving in the rain hoping my car crash/ Got hard cash but no more credit with you/ All went by in a flash, all that’s left is residue/ Alone in my residence longing for your presence/ What I did was wrong, I understand your hesitance/ Can’t regulate my temperament/ My temperature goes hot to cold/ I know it gets old/ But I’m so damn young/ And this aint no damn fun for either one of us/ A lack of stability only hurts my ability to dodge my trials with agility/ It sounds silly, but they’ll eventually kill me/ I drink Tank 7 to try and reach a Blank Heaven/ I need a safe space or a safe haven/ Guess I hate myself more than I love you/ Wish you could trust me as much as I trust you/ You love me more than anyone, but do as you must do/ Cuz you hate me more than anyone so do as you must do/

Verse 1 Without a beat, I sound rather sad/ I’ve cheated on every girlfriend I’ve ever had/ And when I’m mad, I’m almost violent/ Even at my best, I’m not quite smilin’/ I was always curious, but never a question about my depression/ But I was under the impression it was due to my obsession with self-reflection/ That’s the wrong version; it’s perversion of my rage/ Thought it would go away with age but I’m still plagued/ Tryna turn the page, start a new chapter/ But if I get to okay, what comes after?/ Will every day then be filled with laughter?/ Don’t wanna have to burn embers from Denver/ To make my temper surrender/ So now the way I like to make my heart tender/ Is to Kill the mic like Render/ 2nd verse I’ve got a lot to prove/ Just cuz you move doesn’t mean you change/ I got a lot of brain in the bank I wanna maintain/ So I can’t stay the same, I can’t be this way/ So easy to say, So easy to say/ Harder to do, that’s the hard truth/ Not a cripple, just a broken thing/ And I dibble dabble in that spoken thing/ And that smoking thing, puff out smoke rings/ Come back from the dead, Jon Snow things/ Never careless/ Play the long game like Sansa or Varys/ Stay wonky like Willy Wonka in Paris/ Stan Kroenke standards of fairness/ The Arsenal to larcen cuz of Stepparents/ The heiress to Walmart shares he’s sharin/ His flaws are apparent, but why should we care?/ Just like you got to mine for the gem/ To read between the lines you gotta know the stem/ Then you see the crimson pedals on the flower/ Gotta know King Crimson to understand Power/ Gotta know George Clinton to understand Dre/ Gotta know Bill Clinton to understand Hillary/ Empathy’s not a thrill for me/ Empathy’s a drill for me/ Not a skill for me, I’d kill to be/ Good with people, they’re a necessary evil/ I’m like Larry David the sequel/ My peers are not equal/ I’m the one that stays fun and cerebral/ I speak for the streets and the regal/ I’m the one you see as good and evil/ I’m the one you see as unconceivable/ I’ve lost some things that are irretrievable/ Best believe I ain’t gonna concede/ I’m tryna speak less and say more/ Don’t need to get paid like Kent Bazemore/ Just crave the day that rap’s my day-chore/ And get claps like your fave when they tour/ The assault of the gestalt of these tunes/ Will make critics swoon to the Spoon soon/ Kendrick pimped his butterfly, just popped my cocoon/