Estate Sale

Lyrics

[Intro: 2 Mello & Million Sunday] These old magazines are only like a dollar This is so crazy Do you ever think about what it- what it would be like trying to make stuff before the internet? To be on one of these pages could be like, life-changing Everybody was trying to get in there And now that's here (Yeah, yeah) Pile of dust Maybe not even archived Right there So crazy, what (Woo) [Verse 1: 2 Mello] I rock the gift over the equator, only place to put my heat I sock the grifter, runnin' the plays up under where I rest my feet I'm real on wake-up, like the Sunday paper so don't sleep on me I dream in peace, if you enter my thoughts you must have paid the fee Amazingly, I came complete on day one, greeting the sun When my journey begun, I said I was the best too hastily But I had time to run it back and take the lesson placed on me Flip it, study and apply it, then be quiet patiently I don't want new sounds, I'm trying to control my environment now I don't want two pounds, I'm trying to connect with something profound I don't want noise, I want music, I don't want content, I want juice I don't want constant fuckin' abuse, I want to grip on what I can use I wanna click and spin wheels like a fidget cube I wanna sound much happier in my interviews If you' a loser with no skills then we don't two-way I only hang with geniuses who don't do shit and then everything in 2 days [Verse 2: 2 Mello] Oh, look over here This little chair, record player, you got a music listening area Ah, we don't do that any more, like sit and listen to music in one designated physical place And a record is so finite too, like it's not gonna queue up another playlist of stuff you might like You're experiencing like, a musical film with a start and an end I still wanna make something that knows that, you know It really appeals to me [Verse 3: 2 Mello] I'm trying to make you see sound, seek the speaker and sit down Pick and then sip a beverage while I work emotional leverage Agonizing over textures and details vs. retail And getting the shit done, I'm meeting with M at 1 So we can be grounded but astounding, 'cuz music gotta come out At the end of the day if you can't hit play, the shit don't weigh an ounce I catch feelings a great amount with shout outs from real people Working real jobs in real time, dealing with real evil That my CD could grace your Chevy and bring levity to your day run That's like half of how we have fun, is starting with a kick on the 1 Like that And the rest is just reaction in a fashion If I can get across the passion, in my view, that's long-lasting Check, check, are you still with me? Am I comin' through? Draw breath, cheat death deftly with another loop Whipping my connection to the source back and forth As I clip out sections corresponding to my course [Outro: 2 Mello & Million Sunday] (La, la, la, la, la la, ba, ba, ba) Lemme try somethin' My music, my music's like finding a bookmark in a book its owner never finished And then wondering what's beyond that point My music's like finding a sketchbook where you stopped drawing in the middle, years ago Yeah, take the next page and just show me what you can do now That kinda thing My music's like finding an old pair of shoes at your parents' house, realizing they fit you better than anything else you have It's never done, I'm telling you it's never done I'm gettin so charged up I gotta go make something right now, shit Let's fucking go!