Jimmy Made A Record Pigeon Hole Orin High Hm I felt like I was sitting on top of the planet Hanging out at Orins house Finishing a song, sitting on orins couch Listening to orins footsteps upstairs Where he went 5 ago to Break the camcorder out Back then, being humble Was something I seldom was I was 20 then, maybe 21 We just recorded the vocals for the chorus For wonderful world, so white boys soulful I felt like marvin gaye in a skull cap But sounded like nick lache, singing dull and flat The vocals were a demo for a singer With a voice much iller than The one you now listen to Stepped out the booth With a giggle like that shits jokes Orin looked at me and said That shits dope Wait Thats when my ego went balloon pop I danced around the studio Doing the moon walk If you know the opus Imagine how ridiculous I look Break dancing to a song about, death I got caught up in the moment Missed and forgotten, lost in My own head I started adding up the Royalties from record plays Probably a couple million We can generate Guaranteed ill pocket one In a couple months Then be a multi millionaire By 28 Orin said derek let me get this shit on tape He ran upstairs While I stayed sitting on Top of the planet Hanging out at Orins house Finishing a song, sitting on orins couch Listening to orins footsteps upstairs Where he went 5 ago to Break the camcorder out He pressed record I starred in the camera lens Dead serious das fx I repeated every word verbatim The payment calculation The millionaire prediction My hit single sending me to Sold out stadiums On stage, in front of pyro 30,000 crying, screaming Words that I wrote It was all so vivid in my mind So real I could hear the crowd Singing on my drive home And the Juno goes to I can hear it now I cant wait to get this single out
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