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1.
Feelin' Good, JK 02:21
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Feelin’ good, feelin’ good Feelin’ good, feelin’ good Just kidding Uh, I don’t ride the beat no more I take it for a walk I don’t need a map I sort of wanted to get lost See her look this way I think she want to stop and talk Baby I’ve been doin’ this since Taylor Swift was shakin’ off I don’t see the point in all the levels of the course I just sit around and train until I’m ready for the boss Make it sound like water but I wonder what it costs Only rapper from the drought who’s fully got it drippin’ sauce Yeah I’ll probably hit a couple potholes, but I might just hit the lotto Most of y’all pocket the coin before the toss Y’all been steady reaching for a motto, if you been to Colorado You would know a rolling stone don’t gather moss And I’m Feelin’ good, feelin’ good, hey Feelin’ good, feelin’ good, come on Feelin’ good, feelin’ good, hey Stomp stomp, stomp stomp I don’t ride the beat no more I take it for a run I just lay the pipe you know that I’m my father’s son I’ve been layin’ … like I’ve been looking for a son Brodie will you tell your girlie to stop playin’ with my bun I just ain’t the one, doin’ it for fun, chewing gum I just Phoenix Sun, hit the court and run, get it done You ain’t did it once, bitch I am alum, I ain’t young I just got the lungs, I just roll a ton, hold up Believe me, I can’t wait to see me I’ve been reading tea leaves, like do you know the meaning You got your feet up in the air I hope you ate some Wheaties You got my thing up in the air like it’s providing 3G It’s fantastic, yes I am that dude who necessito get my ass kicked Most the time I just can not remember what the task is Now I got my family looking at me like ‘what happened’ Yes I know I know this shit is baffling I’m rappin’ and chewin’ acid and doing rad shit I’m passing on moving past it I’m too impassioned I’m batshit I’m Carol Baskin a smooth assassin I’m baskin’ in microplastics, so if you askin’ I’m Feelin’ good, feelin’ good Feelin’ good, feelin’ good Feelin’ good, feelin’ good Nah Feelin’ good, feelin’ good Feelin’ good, feelin’ good, hey Feelin’ good, feelin’ good Eh eh ok
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Microdose (feat. Slake Dransky) 03:37
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Hello, hi I thought I would see some fellows in the sky Yellow blinds, I wish I could follow minnow through a pipe I’m alive, I see I see I see servants serving lies bye and bye sit around until the citizens arrive Mighty high, Mighty pleased to see you Monsieur you’ve arrived I’m in line On Formosa I see every kind of life I see flies I see dead men I see old men seeming wise I see toddlers changing money on the side Man, I thought this was a microdose… Man I thought this was a microdose Man I thought this was a microdose! Alright ok It’s like my brain Is microwaved Man I thought this was a microdose! Alright ok I’ll ride the wave I’m quite amazed [Slake Dransky] Hello guys Hello hello guys Purple yellow leaves Pedal by *Click* pedal board I delay the breeze This is nice This is really nice I may never leave And besides in my other life Rent is high as me Like at least Little bit at advice Don’t be so pre(sheesh) So precise Purple yellow light Dripping on my (freeze) On my ice Girl I swear you got me pondering intelligent design shit I get behind you like the heimlich Four in the morning my eggs are fried and your legs are shaking Both of us red as some exit signs but we celebrate it And in your popcorn ceiling I see the constellations I must have took more than they did Man, I thought this was a microdose… Man I thought this was a microdose Man I thought this was a microdose! Alright ok It’s like the paints outside the frame Man I thought this was a microdose! Alright ok I might be crazed I’m like kanye Hello, hi I’m a fairly sort of mellow sort of guy I’m not fly wear my clothes until they’re yellow petrified I don’t fly, my objectives remain unidentified what a life, civilized, what a tightrope to walk what a Spock been abducted but I did not bring a fork what a dork stay for lunch no I know nothing of the sort still in jorts I was not anticipating playing sports I retort roll me up and use me use me as a cork bro be honest are you alien or not it’s so obnoxious I’m Adonis but I’m still apologizing for my blondness had a thought I was an orthodontist still in my pajamas but the problem’s me and Reve are still at Sonic Man, I thought this was a microdose… Man I thought this was a microdose Man I thought this was a microdose! Alright ok I’m not ok I might be gay Man I thought this was a microdose! Alright ok Forgot my name I won’t behave
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Winner (feat. Shane Doe) 02:25
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I’m feeling like a winner Still cold as late December I feel like any minute I just might blow I’m feeling like a winner Still cold as late December I feel like any minute I just might blow Run it up, I do not think before I jump and cannonball into the pool Buckle up Causin’ a wave in this bitch like I don’t even know all the rules Butter up I am surrounded by people and I do not know who is who Button up I might just put on a button up I’m goin to work, Hoping it burns Murder my boss Hoping it hurts I’ll take a chance Get loaded in church Shaking my ass Open my shirt I’ll be the politician on the television and I’ll tell you it’s totally worth All of the commas that I had to rob All of the promises, promises, promises, promises I’m feeling like a winner Still cold as late December I feel like any minute I just might blow [Shane Doe] what’s it like to get big? famous, super rich blow up overnight that’s a life i’d like to live lord knows i need money three months late on rent that’s just what it is that’s just what it is say that i’m godly i don’t really mind wish that you’d tell me that all of the time wish you could hang with me and friends but you too busy you push us aside working i’m heading up over the rhine said that i meant it i know that i’m right said that i meant it i know that i’m right that’s how you know i’m…. I’m feeling like a winner Still cold as late December I feel like any minute I just might blow I’m feeling like a winner Still cold as late December I feel like any minute I just might blow
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Super Mario (feat. Foster Cazz) 03:28
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I can feel the vibe coming thru me I’m a zombie tho Got so fuckin high I can’t even see the barrio My feet on the sky and my head is yelling adios Hoppin’ out the pipe, dog I feel like Super Mario I keep getting closer, cardio Yeah I’m still a Lone Wolf, ride alone You should pay attention my pension is in this audio My platform offensive there’s not much left in this heart of gold Yo Dylan! Mouth off give a lil gas for the AI All these platform villains, front row jumping at the chance for a great life Yeah I’ve done those gimmicks, yeah it felt cool but in the end didn’t taste right Listen, this level of apathy takes time... Couple of innocent little pissed off teeny-boppers doing the pharmaceutical criss-cross In their mamas kitchen in sweatsuits and mid socks I can guarantee you whatever that is, this is not Feeling insane I feel like murdering 6 blocks I could blame Obama yo momma or fuckin hip hop Fill the cemetery and love it, make sure the kids watch They would probably film it and turn me into a Tik Tok I can feel the vibe coming thru me I’m a zombie tho Got so fuckin high I can’t even see the barrio My feet on the sky and my head is yelling adios Hoppin’ out the pipe, dog I feel like Super Mario I keep getting closer, cardio Leave the beat in cold blood, sorry tho You should pay attention my pension is in this audio My platform offensive there’s not much left in this heart of gold [FOSTER CAZZ] Uh, coming deep from the sewer, if it’s do or die, I do it, pop shrooms, then I let go uh, been metahuman, the vendetta is huge, but I’m hiding with strep throat uh, millions like me, but there are some millions like me they wonder how I’m feelin inside, trailing all my villains in a loop is killin my psyche geez, everybody trying to fight me, relax let me go and gather my sidekicks, mmm there I go taking a vivance, damn might as well consider me psychic, mmm I am the kid with the VHS videos of that time I took a trip to your mom’s we watched Arsenio, made a video, and I got my PHD in CPR peaches is cheeky and freaky and mean but she does feed me, and loofah me clean why is it that I am always running, running I can not handle my stomach, stomach I’m gonna need to go catch up on zzz’s think I’m gonna bum it, fuck it, fuck it, I will be dead when I sleep I will be red till I’m dead in the deep I can feel the vibe coming thru me I’m a zombie tho Got so fuckin high I can’t even see the barrio My feet on the sky and my head is yelling adios Hoppin’ out the pipe, dog I feel like Super Mario Yo Dylan! Mouth off, give a lil’ gas for the A.I.
5.
Hollywood Hills (Interlude) 02:18
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[Yo dude, you think you could… hit me with that addy dude? Send me that addy?] Hollywood Hills I’m in the Hollywood hills Wannabe models with bills Swallowing pills Wanna go mano for real Mano y mano for real How do you feel? I’m feeling out of my gills I think I saw what I feel Nothing is real I wanna buy me a mil I wanna party and chill I think I saw you on television I think I saw you with your assistant I think we all got a little mischief I think we all on a little mission I think I’m wandering sort of sketchin I could keep talking but would you listen I’m not convinced that I really fit in I see a bag and I take a dip in I just see beautiful people swirling all around me I’m feeling like making friendships I wanna take you up to the moon and spin you ‘round but I wonder what to begin with pretty convinced that we’re all gonna be famous just waiting to make an entrance I’m looking ‘round like ‘who need convincing?’ I wonder who round me still need convincing... Hollywood Hills I’m in the Hollywood hills Wannabe models with bills Swallowing pills Wanna go mano for real Mano y mano for real How do you feel? I’m feeling out of my gills I think I saw what I feel Nothing is real I wanna buy me a mil I wanna party and chill [Yo you said I have to bring like 2 or 3 chicks to get in? Have to bring 2 or 3 chicks dude? Yeah I don’t know. That’s gonna be a problem, to be honest. Like honestly I don’t even know 2 chicks dude…I don’t even know two chicks.]
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Intelligent Design 02:44
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Girl you got me pondering intelligent design How could evolution lead to somebody so fine I just wanna do it all again and hit rewind Hello nice to meet you okay yes I’m doin’ fine Girl we go together like some bruschetta and wine I could spin you round and call it turning on a dime Got me feeling brilliant DaVinci in his prime You like Mona Lisa but I see it from the side Snap that like a rubber band I’m just interrupting all your summer plans Lil smarty with a body like an undergrad Come here make this lover boy a lover man We been making Abu Dhabi out a cup of sand We can take a trip to Northern Italy or Southern France Only lines I follow are your summer tan Memorize them like a cover band Girl you got me feeling like I’m riding on a see-saw Flip it upside-down and now I don’t know where my feet are Lil mountain mama got me in here yellin’ Yee-Haw 32 degrees and I feel like I’m in Ibiza We can flip the script and get lifted let’s hit this weed mission We been getting wavy so doctor it’s for my sea sickness Straight back to the beach like I’m destined to dip my feet in it Water on your bottom I’m liable to sink my teeth in it Snap that like a rubber band I’m just interrupting all your summer plans Lil smarty with a body like an undergrad Come here make this lover boy a lover man We been making Abu Dhabi out a cup of sand We can take a trip to Northern Italy or Southern France Only lines I follow are your summer tan Memorize them like a cover band
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Waffles 02:36
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It don’t matter don’t matter don’t matter don’t matter It’s cold as shit in here Yeah, it’s cold as shit in here I should drink another beer I should get to spittin clear I should put this shit in gear Look uh I just wanna put it in reverse and just Look uh Take the doobie hit it till it burns What the fuck am I gon’ talk about on this track I don’t even know how to rap Don’t know how to relax I don’t even know how to act Don’t know how to be glad I don’t even got any matches Don’t have any grass Hmm Bartender bartender bartender please Give me everything you see I just want the A-Z Take a Cinna-bomb It don’t take a lot to please Sick of all these Timothies I just need to make believe I just need a love in the club when the lights on I don’t want to run for the pylon I just need to breathe in the land of the cheats and the scams and the leach and the pythons I just need a pat up on the back, got a habit to attack and a beat I can recline on I just need a motherfuckin’ fight song, bitch Hello I’m a motherfuckin artist If you talk to me bout content I’m like Lalalalalalalalala I just put the seed under the garden then I sprinkle little water quit the bitchin we gon’ get the dippin dots Honestly a lot of it monotonous Somewhere along the line I forgot about it I gotta get it off I think it’s about the time we detonate and celebrate and this and that and falalalalalalalala I just wanna ride with the motherfuckin top down lookin at garage sales we can get the price down crack another lobs tail listening to my sounds looking at the sky Mmm mmm I would really like to know what you wrap your thoughts ‘round Where’d you get them eyebrows Who’s that dude you brought 'round Yeah this isn’t my town Listening to bright sounds All while getting high Yeah yeah yeah yeah Throw the ball Throw the ball Throw the ball Throw the ball Joan of ark Jagerbombs say it with your chest oh yeah Show the ass Show the ass Shoulder pads Shoulder pads I was wearing mofuckin shoulder pads But I’m a quarterback Wtf you know bout that I just need a love in the club when the lights on I don’t want to run for the pylon I just need to breathe in the land of the cheats and the scams and the leach and the pythons I just need a pat up on the back got a habit to attack and a beat I can recline on I just need a motherfuckin’ fight song, bitch I don’t normally say bitch but, seemed fitting here.

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Hotcakes: the new album from Dylan Montayne and Shane Doe. Available now on all platforms. Purchase here to support the artists, 100% of proceeds go towards making more music. Show your support by buying the album for $7 or more.

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released October 31, 2023

Produced by Shane Doe
Written and Recorded by Dylan Montayne
Mixed and Mastered by Shane Doe

Album artwork by @satulove_

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