Estate Sale ft. Million Sunday Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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