3 Much by Lou Brindell

I don’t really sing songs
I don’t spit raps
usually I swallow my spit so I don’t get
that
I Make weird music I write strange words
Really it’s the same words
we all say the same words
Paydirt PayPals pay to play
page turners riveting plagiarism play the game plain and simple pave the way to something different
I make my case or dig my own grave deliberate

I don’t wanna fit in I just wanna be here
Maybe drink like three beers
slow
only count the leap years
So I’m really 9 years old
(And I’m really impressionable)
peepers photograph the features
creep amongst the tall trees
all sorts of weeds forces of evil
sorcery me I’m a casualty of fortune
accidental epic yes of dastardly proportions

I walk a thin line talkin real tough
Rollin stop signs in my Tonka big wheel truck
I Walk on thin ice it’s slippery enough
I got a long stride try to keep up

I walk the thin line talkin real tuff
I pack a big pipe I drive a sweet truck
I talk big game you get D’ed up
Extra action draymond green I’m doing three much

I’m not a good guy I’m not that bad tho
Current events make me wanna slap a frat bro
It’s all a scam clan hoods and maga hats broke
Like the middle class I think we’re past hope
I think I Can’t cope maybe I’m an asshole
Music Communist yeah Fidelity Castro
No paddle boat lap Swimmers do the back stroke
battle up shit creek stay in attack mode

Jack Frost cold the world is I’m at a loss
laugh to keep from being consumed by sad thoughts

• Conscious
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Indie
• Underground Hip Hop
• alternative hip-hop
• rap alternative
• South Lake Tahoe