[Verse 1]
They said a rapper can't get no love in Austin...
These fans and audiences only watchin' these rock bands
And goddammit
Good luck gettin' into the bars with it
“It's blues, indie rock or honky tonk and that's all kid”
That was like almost 6 years ago when I walked in
To the room introduced myself
Met Doc Deuce down on Congress
Got looser and talked to whoever I could talk with
“Lemme hop on that show my homie promise I can squash it!”
– Yo
That was 2010
Only grew louder since then
And it's weird when you found your friends
On Guadalupe and Fruth and drew up a plan
I ain't the first to have done I but
I'd do it again
Everybody actin' like there's a loose screw on the ship
Now to me comin' here from Iowa
That's the stupidest sh**
So don't move away to Houston again
Cuz even you should admit there's
An opportunity or two loose in this b**h
[Hook]
And we float thru the town like a ghost
Let her tell us what to do
Where to go
And you ain't never gonna find us in the smoke
But we like it when you don't
We just strays in the city
Stay haunted
[Verse 2]
They said a rapper can't get no press in Austin...
Publications and blogs they watchin' all of these rock bands
Pick one rapper and give ‘em some love in a column
Then act like they breakin' ‘em and they on top of sh** when they caught wind
Where have y'all been
While they been droppin' that Alphabet Soup and bu*ter and Water?!
We watched the underground blossom
But when you climb you make partners
And start callin' out less problems
Cuz you're gonna need those sponsors...a
That's why fests are givin' you cigarettes and vodka
FOR FREE
Just sign right here and promise not to talk sh**
Chameleon rappers only in it for the star sh**
I trust you less than Bill Cosby with Jell-O shots, kid
When nobody knew me I could say whatever I wanted
But now ya gotta treat corporations
Like the people they are
And treat people
Like they famous stars and it's all biz
So do you want the real me or not or this politick sh**?
Cuz I have started feelin' awful goddamn ridiculous
So f** ‘em if they can't take a joke
I'm all numbers and dollar signs
Since The Onion apologized
The offended zeitgeist can take a dick to the throat
I'm Don Draper
Surrounded by way too many Pete Campbells
Wanna look good on paper?
Fine, hand out these handbills
I stopped droppin' these anvils
For awhile
But I couldn't stand still
So I switched to grand pianos
[Hook]
And we float thru the town like a ghost
Let her tell us what to do
Where to go
And you ain't never gonna find us in the smoke
But we like it when you don't
We just strays in the city
Stay haunted
[Outro]
So give New York a theme song
Shout out to the West Coast
Peace to Minneapolis
I still know how to get home