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by Baby Jayne

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released 29 November 2014

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Track Name: Fair? Well... Minnesota.
"Can you tell me why I'm feeling so blue? /
Rocking crowds that Minnesota hue - you know, so white that they're see through /
Why does my heart feel so heavy? Where does my art get me /
But closer to debt and hoping for death? /
Dose of the cess? Nah, sober as my heroes never were /
Art is not the antidote, antihero's never cured /
Never better? Sure, swallow everything you sell me, bluffing /
Half-homeless, motherfuckers, you can't tell me nothing /
Ego is on Kanye, eat you like an entree /
You flexing like a Big Boi? Don't make me come and Andre your career /
3,000 light years ahead of the pack but /
Tired of staring at my competitors backs /
Ain't no Minnesota nice, convinced Minnesota's trife /
And that's word to that Minnesota knife in my back /
But I came right on a track, now they don't wanna let me go /
Feeling like it's a trap - petty, bro - let me know /
What you can do for me but ride me like a racehorse /
Work me like a slave, like we aren't on the same course /
To relative obscurity, it has just occurred to me /
As I'm writing down these lyrics so furiously, you're not even bothered /
'cause I'm not a toddler, not a child prodigy /
Just a middle-aged Jack of all trades, a wild oddity /
Keep singing LA-DA-DIs, like you are so deep /
[I'm] swinging crockery, put concrete shoes on your feet /
Now you're in shit's creek with no paddle to speak of /
Sweet smell of success, that's what I reek of /
All you small-hearted cynics, hold onto your B-cups /
Dolemite threw the beat up, now my flow's swollen like it's beat up /
Til we meet up again, I love you, Minnesota /
But I must stay an artist, I won't ever be a quota /
Lames take this as written, peace to my sisters and brothers /
Game's full of children, pardon me for being a mother"