“Faux Leather” by They Hate Change from the album ‘Finally, New’, out now on Jagjaguwar.
Stream/buy ‘Finally New’: https://theyhatechange.jagjag.co/fina...
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Lyrics:
A plane just flew past my window, we up too high to get down quick
The view from here is astounding, we washed the blues out, no drowning no more
My jeans bleed like Jeffery, but crippy, fucked up my bedset, now indigo, Ricky, Bobby was flicked up, we wasn’t ready yet
Yet, yet
Slinging that Telfar across my back, ain’t nothing you niggas could tell me
Shows getting booked for the big fee, need to meet Robyn I need a new Fenty
Pallets of Tapes shipped, we got a crate in, im bout to slang it, ooh
Talking a sale, I’m talking Chanel, ain’t nothing you niggas could tell me
I tried to told em, mhm
Advice can’t hurt, but I never could mold you, I won’t play god, gotta stand on your own two nigga
Slipping my AP on, but my wrist is empty
My toothes precious, all my spoons precious metal
Silver Spirit, in this Gin, I might swerve reckless
Sheesh
Stunting in Kerby and swinging my hips ain’t shit you could tell a bad bitch
Y’all don’t know me
(Andre)
Money bag
Money bag, Money bag
Shit, niggas still talking and toking that bullshit
I’m just like who you with, them boys got ignorant, that real nigga shit
So called popping shit, I been ducked off coolin it
I ain’t gotta post a pic, but I’ll be lying if
I ain’t fuck up some shit
Man
I could’ve paid off all my car, I spent that on the dog
Paddy wagging through the mall, that coach collar I bought it all
Cost 2 bills just for the hair snip, nigga
Purple Label secret, nigga
My stones precious, nigga, check my main girl wrist
Niggas askin bout my payroll
Boss up boy, we ain’t got the same goals
I just spent 6 summers working on my skill, fuck boy get it how you live
Skating on the beat, I feel like…
(Vonne)
Backend, backend, backend, everybody talking bout backends
You getting fucked over on a work for hire, should’ve read your contract back then
Politicians still handing out lapdances, Major Labels do the same, all backhanded
Ad dollars take a toll on your advance, playlist for stream, couple half cents, Madness
Do the math on a hundred million streams, that’s 300 hundred bands, rappers as broke as they fans
Cause 6 percent of that percentage, then taxed and delivered is 16 Grand
That SoundCloud rapper contract on demand
Your A&R left now you stranded
Better hope you had a keyman or a backup plan, or the fanbase to run it independent
Stream Era don’t love nobody, niggas thinking they could do the Billie Eillish
That’s a inside job if you watching, but I’m sleep I ain’t talking bout nothing
50/50 bustdown on the Profit, underground, got the game from the Deathbomb
Got the Bandcamp doing handstands, selling tapes like weight, name your price for WAVs
(Andre)
Oh
Bet I be on my way
DSPs they ain’t worth shit, I’m trappin like the old days
Treat them tapes like weight, them jewel cases move out the Bay
Your paperwork ain’t work, your pockets hurt
I relocate
Cause we OK
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Credits:
Director, Editor: Xandra Robyn
Additional Photography: Adam Boehm
They Hate Change - Faux Leather (Official Video)
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