Adam Protextor - Austin lyrics

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Adam Protextor - Austin lyrics

[Verse 1] They said a rapper can't get no love in Austin... These fans and audiences only watchin' these rock bands And goddammit Good luck gettin' into the bars with it “It's blues, indie rock or honky tonk and that's all kid” That was like almost 6 years ago when I walked in To the room introduced myself Met Doc Deuce down on Congress Got looser and talked to whoever I could talk with “Lemme hop on that show my homie promise I can squash it!” – Yo That was 2010 Only grew louder since then And it's weird when you found your friends On Guadalupe and Fruth and drew up a plan I ain't the first to have done I but I'd do it again Everybody actin' like there's a loose screw on the ship Now to me comin' here from Iowa That's the stupidest sh** So don't move away to Houston again Cuz even you should admit there's An opportunity or two loose in this b**h [Hook] And we float thru the town like a ghost Let her tell us what to do Where to go And you ain't never gonna find us in the smoke But we like it when you don't We just strays in the city Stay haunted [Verse 2] They said a rapper can't get no press in Austin... Publications and blogs they watchin' all of these rock bands Pick one rapper and give ‘em some love in a column Then act like they breakin' ‘em and they on top of sh** when they caught wind Where have y'all been While they been droppin' that Alphabet Soup and bu*ter and Water?! We watched the underground blossom But when you climb you make partners And start callin' out less problems Cuz you're gonna need those sponsors...a That's why fests are givin' you cigarettes and vodka FOR FREE Just sign right here and promise not to talk sh** Chameleon rappers only in it for the star sh** I trust you less than Bill Cosby with Jell-O shots, kid When nobody knew me I could say whatever I wanted But now ya gotta treat corporations Like the people they are And treat people Like they famous stars and it's all biz So do you want the real me or not or this politick sh**? Cuz I have started feelin' awful goddamn ridiculous So f** ‘em if they can't take a joke I'm all numbers and dollar signs Since The Onion apologized The offended zeitgeist can take a dick to the throat I'm Don Draper Surrounded by way too many Pete Campbells Wanna look good on paper? Fine, hand out these handbills I stopped droppin' these anvils For awhile But I couldn't stand still So I switched to grand pianos [Hook] And we float thru the town like a ghost Let her tell us what to do Where to go And you ain't never gonna find us in the smoke But we like it when you don't We just strays in the city Stay haunted [Outro] So give New York a theme song Shout out to the West Coast Peace to Minneapolis I still know how to get home