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Genre Reveal Party

by babygotbacktalk

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Back to Before Performed by babygotbacktalk Put it simply: You still send me Muscle memory Keeps us in touch Baby we may Lack for leeway Instant replay can’t be a crutch America You’re so perilous Sam, you got me on the edge of something more than just my seat It’s a blood rush to the head if we just let history repeat And I’m not one to say that what we had Ran its course But I know we can’t go back to before I won’t phone in Serotonin Seize the moment Before I’m done Losing balance With all this baggage Noble savage Native son America, You’re so scared of us Sam, you got me on the edge of something more than just my seat It’s a blood rush to the head if we just let history repeat And I’m not one to say that what we had Ran its course But I know we can’t go back to before I’m all in Keep me like a glow inside your Cauldron You can be Thoreau, I’ll be your Walden You’re an icon so Let the bygones go Sam, you got me on the edge of something more than just my seat It’s a blood rush to the head if we just let history repeat And I’m not one to say that what we had Ran its course But I know we can’t go back… Sam, you got me on the edge of something more than just my seat It’s a blood rush to the head if we just let history repeat And I’m not one to say that what we had Ran its course But I know we can’t go back to before
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Space Jam 03:34
Space Jam Haloed hero, horn-rimmed glasses Hell-bent, heaven sent type Sending signals through deep space In search of intelligent life “You’re not one to settle” The pot said to the kettle Don’t lower yourself, your Highness The silence Has killing me softly down to a science Wherever you run to Doesn’t become you Like here You’re the queen of the last frontier Hip me to that b-girl motion You use to outflank Participation trophy husbands And Big Apple angst “You’re not one to settle” The pot said to the kettle Don’t lower yourself, your Highness The silence Has killing me softly down to a science Wherever you run to Doesn’t become you Like here You’re the queen of the last frontier Well I trust Mars’s majesty In most pursuits Will all your stars wink back at me Like we’re in cahoots? Don’t lower yourself, your Highness, The silence Has killing me softly down to a science Wherever you run to Doesn’t become you Wherever you run to Ain’t here You’re the queen of the last frontier
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Anywhere But Here I keep a residence in my parents’ basement For the time being ‘Cause my old girlfriend found a new replacement She’s been seeing And I’m not sure if I still want her It just depends Some nights I think I’ll just confront her And tell all my friends That if we had plans tonight then count me out I’m leaving to chance all my whereabouts And I’ll say Hey baby What say we Pack our bags and blows this town If I got hon’ riding shotgun Or in the backseat windows down Anywhere but here would do I just want to stay near you It’s true I hide the evidence ‘til no one’s listening Late at night Her presence is just what’s missing In my life Lately I’ve been thinking of her I don’t know why Hoping that I’ll be discovered And she’ll tell that guy If we had plans tonight then count me out I’m leaving to chance all my whereabouts And she’ll say Bye baby What say we Part our ways and end this ride I won’t miss you, it’s no issue Don’t matter where you hide Anywhere but here would do Wave goodbye in the rearview We’re through It’s not that the grass is greener Over state lines where you went It’s just that the past is sweeter Than anything that’s happened since Hey baby What say we pack our bags and blow this town If I got hon’ riding shotgun or in the backseat windows down Anywhere but here would do I just want to stay Bye bye baby What say we Part our ways and end this ride I won’t miss you, it’s no issue Don’t matter where you hide Anywhere but here would do Wave goodbye in the rearview We’re through
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Unrelatable Content She said “boy, you need a shrink To keep things a size that you can manage” And I tend to think I prefer when sighs can do their damage Tangled in the tall fields Or bed sheets in a high pile She calls me Holden Caulfield I catch her in a wry smile And stutter back a denial: Sad boy shit is not my style! Could the thickest skulls and thinnest skins shut up With the typical tempests in tea cups? At the risk of sounding like a punk I have long since lost all interest in that stuff I’m not waging war With the self-absorbed I’m just aiming for Something so much more She said “boy, you need a drink To wash out the tastes that you can’t swallow” But I spill this ink Cuz that’s not a lead that I can follow But it’s not among my talents To take it all in without blinking I’m just trying to find a balance Between over and under thinking And if knowing what the difference is Could calm my inner gibberish Good riddance Which isn’t to say I wouldn’t miss it Could the thickest skulls and thinnest skins shut up With the typical tempests in tea cups? At the risk of sounding like a punk I have long since lost all interest in that stuff I’m not waging war With the self-absorbed I’m just aiming for Something so much more But it’s not among my talents To take it all in without blinking I’m just trying to find a balance Between over and under thinking And if knowing what the difference is Could calm my inner gibberish Good riddance Which isn’t to say I wouldn’t miss it
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Historically White College The kids are all white But they say I’m welcome The kids are polite So I don’t dare tell them Every now and then I feel like an alien It’s water ‘neath the bridge at Historically white college Monday morning: read the classlist They’re gonna need some extra practice saying your name so the frat kids in your midst whisper “terrorist” So you try to make up your mind If you’re gonna erupt this time If you want to discuss this sense of injustice You’ve come to the wrong place The kids are all white But they say I’m welcome The kids are polite So I don’t dare tell them Every now and then I feel like an alien It’s water ‘neath the bridge At historically white college You’re spending your time looking inward They’re singing rap songs with the “N” word You thought that this place was “left of center” all it means is that they went green So you try to make up your mind If you’re gonna erupt this time If you want to discuss this sense of injustice You’ve come to the wrong place The kids are all white But they say I’m welcome The kids are polite So I don’t dare tell them Every now and then I feel like an alien It’s water ‘neath the bridge At historically white college If you got the gumption You can tell there’s something Wrong with how they’re running this place Can’t you see it’s bigger Than warnings and triggers Who’s to say what spaces are safe Or who we embrace When the kids are all white But they say I’m welcome The kids are polite So I don’t dare tell them Every now and then I feel like an alien It’s water ‘neath the bridge At historically white That’s the way it is At historically white college
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Like You Can 03:20
Like You Can You keep it exciting With a grin beneath your beauty mark That's sweet and inviting As a starlet chasing movie parts I've been so hung up With mixed signals you been giving me I can't lift my tongue up To make good on our chemistry In the dark I'm dying To find out where we stand If the sparks go flying According to my plan The score’s still a riddle ‘Cause your friends are saying different things I'm stuck in the middle Is it saxophones or is it strings? So read this tarot card And make us both so fortunate I took this arrow hard Tonight we'll find out what it meant In the dark I'm dying To find out where we stand If the sparks go flying According to my plan Here's my heart, on your mark, Light a match, play your hand 'Cause old flames hardly hold A candle like you can Skip all the second thoughts And we’ll get close Bring me on down a notch on your bedpost In the dark I'm dying To find out where we stand If the sparks go flying According to my plan Here's my heart, on your mark, Light a match, play your hand 'Cause old flames hardly hold A candle like you can
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When They Go Low, We Go Six Feet Under The greatest weapon that has prospered against us Is the story that they offer to convince us Me vs the perils Of badges and barrels The officer fears for her life And I’ve been raised not to forget that I’m a subject Who by breathing is a threat to the republic Perhaps I can parse What living this farce Is actually like Lately I admit I can be a nihilist But if Officer Friendly Finds reason to end me It’s not because I gave her one The shortest distance from the cradle to the casket Is to go about the business of your blackness Write your last stanza Before body cameras The officer fears for her life And we’ve been filling up the streets and saying their names But it really can’t compete with tainted airwaves Quick to excuse Misguided views We’re snatching the mic Lately I admit I can be a nihilist But the kid isn’t crazy about pushing up daisies I know I’m not a favorite son Life in your crosshair Hasn’t been a crystal stair But if Officer Friendly Finds reason to end me It’s not because I gave her one When they go low We go six feet under Hey Five-O You go low We go six feet under Hey Five-0 I didn’t stutter Lately I admit I can be a nihilist But the kid isn’t crazy about pushing up daisies I know I’m not a favorite son Life in your crosshair Hasn’t been a crystal stair But if Officer Friendly Finds reason to end me It’s not because I gave her one
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Punchline 03:20
Punchline Wisecracks 4 wheels and snapbacks Dry wit riot I get so caught up in it Time lapse Photos meet their match Tell me if you’ve heard this one before Are you ever on a ride You spend the whole time knowing You never wanted to arrive Or get to where you’re going The set up is You and me, the highway and the Get Up Kids We were queuing the tracks up, singing the back ups Let us live We’re something to write home about And limitless For once I’m Dreading the punchline Lie back And fall into my lap That sneer endears Anyone within light years Are you ever on a ride You spend the whole time knowing You never wanted to arrive Or get to where you’re going The set up is You and me, the highway and the Get Up Kids We were queuing the tracks up, singing the back ups Let us live We’re something to write home about And limitless For once I’m Dreading the punchline Hold your breath We know what’s next Tell me if you’ve heard this one before Seconds left To second guess Tell me if you’ve heard this one before
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Call the Whole Thing On All of those nights on the phone Debating our favorite Ramones I didn’t have the cojones To tell you I want you, but now I’ll disclose: Keeping mementos is just a distraction That’s feeding the impulse to long for way back when And seeing your dimples is sweet but it’s sinful It’s not ever gonna happen Let’s call the whole thing on again This feeling’s a little too strong for just friends Even if part of you longs for revenge Let it go We got nothing to show for it I guess this is fooling me twice I couldn’t take that advice Shame’s an acceptable price A re-run would be fun and that would suffice, ‘cause Let’s call the whole thing on again This feeling’s a little too strong for just friends Even if part of you longs for revenge Let it go We got nothing to show for it If mind right hindsight Gives you perfect vision Slow burn U-turns Ain’t the worst decision Sound off, let’s talk Girl it’s worth a listen Slow burn U-turns It’s nightly My memory gets sprightly As if it’s out to spite me And dear old Aphrodite Has her two cents like Let’s call the whole thing on again This feeling’s a little too strong for just friends Even if part of you longs for revenge Let it go We got nothing to show for it If mind right hindsight Gives you perfect vision Slow burn U-turns Ain’t the worst decision Sound off, let’s talk Girl it’s worth a listen Slow burn U-turns
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NYhilism 03:33
NYhilism I’ve been playing that game I’ve never been fond of Where single people exchange Double entendres And they hope to get laid With overwrought mantras But Mrs. Right ain’t out tonight You’ve been making those eyes And making no difference I’ve been making up lies For keeping my distance ‘Cuz my rational side Never does listen To antidotes for misanthropes Why can I only stand to stomach The piquing of interest but never the summit? They’ve been rushing the stage And leaving me numbers I get lost in that maze And steal my own thunder Am I over that phase? I’m not getting younger Just leave me be ‘cause honestly I’m just an egghead caught in Bachelorhood’s iron yoke So all I’ve got are these songs To take home to meet my folks Why can I only stand to stomach The piquing of interest but never the summit Widened eyes always send me running And seeking the nearest exit for nothing

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Produced by Corey Zach at the Cocoon Studios in Jersey City, New Jersey
Mixed and mastered by Paul Leavitt

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released July 17, 2020

babygotbacktalk is
G'Ra Asim- vocals, bass
Rhiana Hernandez - synth op/vocals
Jake Lazaroff - guitars, vocals
Wes Ruiz - drums

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