The inviting soundtrack as the host opens the door to a steamy, packed party. Angle provides a 30,000 foot view, laid back and having a good time.
lyrics
Chorus:
Hey, you know we’re just here to have a good time (x2)
Verse 1:
We came here to have a good time. No hate.
No going primate. Definitely no fists flying.
Create new times. Let the bass ride and my spit shine.
All by design. How about this thirty-thousand foot view of the room?
The love we exhume, from bodily tombs, fills like a balloon, from sweat and perfume.
Ghosted, sweety begging your pardon, aspartame.
Posted, playing cooler than Bartles and/or Jaymes.
Duly noted. Faces the same, got nothing, as for names.
Place is loaded, been promoted, and my circle has no lames.
Cells of brains, done departed, heard somebody ask for flames.
Days of rains, turn to steam and which beast would the pastor blame?
(Hey) Take that shit outside ‘cause ain’t room for grown men rolling in here.
Phones snapping pics, dudes out of shape, on the floor soaking up beer.
I think it’s normal to cheer. Just goes to show and it’s clear.
These cavemen didn’t grunt enough, in their formative years.
Coat check the drama, won’t be burdened with disturbances.
You heard the notes, wrecking balling, Angle with the verbiages.
For certain, it’s a zombie virus working in your persons.
Churning, from your service for dollar dispersions, ‘til it’s curtains.
Turning on Mondays, by Fridays we bring in the antidote.
The wordiest sermons from the furnace, the burners and the dope.
Chorus Repeat
Verse 2:
We came here to have a good time; a few drinks, good friends. Hope you don’t mind,
pissing in the wood line. Elbow to elbow and wall to wall, we’re doing just fine.
(in fact) Suitors jocking like a bear attack, just beware of that.
Cupid’s dropping his little cherub sack on your New Era hat.
This is where it’s at. Two turntables and a microphone.
Get up on the good foot, and do that dumb dancing, just like at home,
at night alone, when nobody’s watching. Out of breath, but don’t stop rocking. (sweaty)
Ten pounds dropping, like Cube in that Steady Mobbin’.
There goes the neighborhood. But, it’s all love, and it’s all good.
And at this moment, no one fears the hangover like they could.
‘Cause at this very moment, the moment’s all we know, and we own it.
Unwind, and lose a little bit of mind.
Pull up the Uber and phone it and ride the back seat like you stole it.
Outside it’s been storming, but only thing I’m afraid of morning,
‘cause the tipping point don’t give warning, and I lost count, well I don’t know when.
I done clocked out. Sheets blow in the wind. Know what I’m talking ‘bout, and I’ma do it again.
Chorus Repeat
credits
from Cygnus Opus,
released June 15, 2018
Produced by the Dust Collectors.
North Carolina MC Big Pooh tells it like it is, detail for gritty detail, aided by L'Orange, Steve Roxx, and Apollo Brown. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 24, 2015
