I don’t have no time to think
patience is a virtue, I don’t care
gotta get the beers and get ahead
crowman rushing out mixtape of the year
Future of Music
USB stick
reclining lines from my old shit
Bandcamp is the scourge of music
If i ever put my shit on there again, abuse me
Only get the plays for the first track anyway
how I am meant to do a 17 track mixtape
every gig I get a six pack fee
that Dainis Lacey, FOM executive
heard about my music wanted in with it
Offered me a deal i gotta sweeten it
upfront, i’m gonna need a little something
Dainus was visibly shaking
I said a six pack
He ran his hands through his golden hair, shitting his dacks
Countered me and offered a bottle of white wine
I said alright, a ripple of tension cracked in the room
I felt a huge portentous fate had flowered into bloom
Prophetic vision struck me and out came this kila tune
if I’m the future of music then I don’t have time to lose