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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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from Hotcakes, released October 31, 2023
Produced by Shane Doe
Written and Recorded by Dylan Montayne
Mixed and Mastered by Shane Doe

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