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Intro
kidDEAD sent back a recorded verse and hook a few hours after I gave him the beat. I’d been sitting on it, fresh out of material.
This was the last song for the album. Mike had made the music, and I told kidDEAD he could decide what it was about. I’d write to whatever he chose.
“Love Slave” came back, one of the second disc’s returns to the hurt. His verse knows the relationship is wrecking him and still answers the text. I followed with my own verse, including a story I’d been told about breakup gifts ending up in the trash.
The sweater beside the banana peels is a nasty little image. It earned its place.
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Lyrics
kidDEAD, Verse 1:
What does this feelin’ mean?
I’m chained and walked to the guillotine
Been a week or so
And every time I walk out the door
I’m tryin’ to escape your face
But I text you back and say “okay”
Anything you want from me you can have it
I’m bleedin’ and starving and need a bad habit
So I can forget about everything that happened
I’m seein’ the pattern
The pieces are scattered
This sick love just feels so savage
So painful and so tragic
But we still seem to want it back
And this week is wrong
And I don’t feel like a person
Just an emotional slave
I might be broke to the core
But I want that feelin more and more
So I can know that I’m alive
Cause when you’re gone I feel I’ve died
And I don’t believe we go to the sky
There is no heaven for a heartbroken rapper
Just more high maintenance disasters
And hard roads to the casket
Lonely crowds and misguided passion
That leaves you so sad you’re laughing
kidDEAD, Chorus:
All those memories
You got from me
All those broken dreams
You got from me
All those fancy clothes
You got from me
You brought me to my knees with possibly
All those new friends
You got from me
The feeling when it ends
You got from me
The smile you pretend
You got from me
Yet love is not free
And neither are we!
Chunjay, Verse 2:
I thought I would hate my life away from you
Even if free from all your fetters
And debtors
One day I found my trash can full of gifts I gave you
And all our letters
That knit sweater beside banana peels and lint
From my efficiency dryer
Prior
I’d burn the whole trash can up
But I’ve got too much respect for fire
Higher
We could use a funeral pyre
But I’d probably stage my own execution
I got too much to live for
To remove myself from the gene pool of evolution
Here is a solution
Maybe quit treating me like I need to go back to school
Is that cool?
Got me wondering how someone so lovely and fair
Could be so painfully cruel
I guess that’s the way this goes down
Love can be the worst best thing ever
Never
Or the best worst thing, dag, whatever
What we had was simply not wo….rking…
Turning, bursting…
At the seams with kindness
Falling into misguided actions, passions
Catching landings, packing all the trappings
So sad you’re laughing…
Credits
Music: Flatline
Lyrics and Vocals: Chunjay & kidDEAD
Album-wide credits
Additional Credits
Production: Flatline, Chunjay
Mixing, Engineering, Co-Production, Mastering, Additional Scratches, Everything but the Kitchen Sink: DJ Sean P at TWLVS in Fort Worth, Texas
Vocal Production/Consultation: Krum
Pre-Mixing: Flatline, Chunjay, Krum, Shedlyn/Chris Felix, Annex, Grizzly Beatz, David Mathewes
Background Vocals: Flatline, DJ Sean P, Chunjay, and Friends
Executive Producer: Chunjay
Lyrics and music copyright 2017 Neopolis Media in partnership with Invisible Library Records. All rights reserved. M. Walker & J. Bennett Artist rights (BMI).
Guest/co-writer FYI: Music: Flatline Lyrics and Vocals: Chunjay & kidDEAD These source credits are attribution information, not a lyric-scope blocker; they do not specify legal ownership shares.
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