Try to live my life,
wanna hide my fears/
Learning wrong from right,
gotta wipe those tears,
hold up, hold on/
On the up and up,
why you hold that badge/
Tell me, where you was, when the world went mad?
Hold up, Hold on/
Why you even act surprised?
Hard enough stay alive, oh-oh/
Cover up the tracks with lies, double down,
never recognize, oh-oh/
Bussin’ back, I’m blacking, ‘bout shoot-shoot
Never satisfied, you find me hanging out the roof, who?
Banging, that’s the truth, too crazy/
bout to lose screws, baby, got me thinking
we still have a lot to do, true-true/
Deading it, then hop inside/
I’m ready, get to popping, knife/
Could never cut the tension, what you mention
more than ill-advised/
power pushing evil to the people,
watch ‘em run and hide/
To Look at your supremacy,
the reason I’ll forever ride/
treat em less than human/
Pistol whipping, how you doing?
Got me trippin, now I’m tippin,
what a lovely way to ruin/
Lullaby yo ass to sleep/
Another trick inside my sleeve/
How many more of us should die
before we show it isn’t sweet/
credits
from LFT:RT,
released March 5, 2021
Written by Barra Brown & ePP
Vocals & Lyrics: ePP
Synths: Alex Meltzer
Bass: Sam Arnold
Yamaha CS, Bass, & Drums: Barra Brown
Recorded just after the U.S. presidential election, “Highly Rare” is an icy cold jazz record full of decadent grooves. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 1, 2017