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Good Ones (Feat. Anand Subramanian)

from Burning Tire Artisan by Chee Malabar

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lyrics

Hey young love where you hide these days?
I know it’s been a decade since I saw your face
Came across it as I cleaned out my crib
Us making out in that booth in that pic
You made a fuss about cause it showed your crooked tooth
I said ‘I loved it, adored it,’ it gave you character
You smiled at me and said, ‘no game, you’re an amateur.’
Before the damage came, an average Jane
Is how you saw yourself, and to bandage pain
You downed yourself, while I drowned myself
In newfound vices: weed and Bourbon tumblers
Remember that summer when the sun burned humble?
My bird of paradise in an urban jungle
That version got crumbled as new moons rose
Pick apart the petals, the bloom is off the rose
I know you’re not the one but I had to let you know

Chorus
Craving the parade of lights, the way we kissed
Savoring the days and nights, so hard to resist
Nothing else even existed

Verse 2
Ran into a pal I hadn’t seen in a while
She put me up on your whereabouts and said you had a child
Said the baby’s healthy and she looks just like you
Noticed you gave her the name you said you would in High School
…if we ever had a daughter
I guess congratulations are in order
Thanks for asking ‘bout me and if I still stay faded
The short answer’s no, so I guess I’m rehabilitated
Asked ‘bout my life, so our mutual friend played it
-you said the track about my mom was your favorite
…but I guess you’re still jaded
since you said the art was better than the man who made it
my life’s an open book, every blank spot get’s painted
you’re a part of that old pain that needs it’s own paint , shit
…I know our past is ancient,
You’re a part of that old paint that needs its own paint

Chorus
The stain of it, the blame of it, I used to ignore
I changed for it, I aged for it, you walked out that door
Ohh..forever more

Verse 3
Sober nights, drunk mornings: same routine for months
Slumped on the A train and felt a foot on my dunks
Looked up screwfaced like, ‘yo! What the…”
Saw this guy with you girl, you ain’t acknowledge my mug
Strolled right by with that heron chic model strut
Used to take two trains and a local Hollis bus
Just to come and see you, even skipped college for a month.
Here we are now you puttin’ on fronts
Strokin’ his fat face and feedin’ him tongue
Actin’ your shoe size and speakin’ in dumb
While he smugly chews gum and murmurs some cool
I can smell the stench of money on his Brooks Brothers suit-
I can see your life in pictures: Hampton summers and views
A Conde Nast catalog come to life
Fat cribs, fat kids, then your friends will say divorce him
Guess you can thank me for stressin’ that abortion.

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from Burning Tire Artisan, released October 11, 2011
Produced by Doc Ock
Featuring Anand Subramanian

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