A summary of a doomed relationship's cyclical nature, the word cyclical actually one used to describe aforementioned relationship in song. Crunk set to a Violent Femmes backdrop.
Rapper turned Songwriter, eclectic influences from post-punk and folk to sample-based music and electronica.
Lyrics
So pretty when you're sulkin about absolutely nothin
Gives you this Geisha quality when pouting in the sunset
But pigs'll fly 'fore you believe a compliment
You'll think I mean prostitute - all you need is semen on your bottom lip
Plus a few've my dollars that you've pocketed
(since this is hypothetical, we can pretend my wallet's thick)
While we're at it, I'm not sick
Of watching while you politic
with all of your barhoppin friends
in karaoke competitions
I love it, it's living the dream
Clockwork, fortnight, "what the hell is wrong?"
Maybe an hour tween "something" and "nothing"
Red red wine at the top of your lungs
I have the train wreck Tivo'd for cheap laughs
You're not conducive to my health
I can relapse all by myself
It's poetic like an arthouse flick the way your days are numbered
You can make crying after a crack binge look triumphant
She comes for it in cyclical circumference for comfort
Some mother's milk (surrogate - some other sh** )
Love hits in the gut then the chin
like an uppercut and a left
Then the credits run, "Fin", I'm like "What the f*** ?"
Then we make up, pick up, contin-
ue where left off, plus new in-
juries to mutter under breath about to friends
Oh, and your friends... God's chosen
On cue, odd night, "What the hell is wrong?"
You have a problem? Hell is still warm then
Shameful knee, oh emasculating queen
Ebony thigh hug; Danny is homesick
Intervene me, I no mainline
You get yours, why can't I take mine?
If I go down, that's okay, fine
I'll take you down at the same time
Love you :)
