Текст песни Retirement Ode - Busdriver
The
used
during
the
seven
days
in
which
perfect
hair
was
recorded
cost
roughly
Everything
Hi,
I'm
Regan
I
don't
rap
for
free
And
yes
I've
got
a
bachelors
degree
but
you
knew
that,
come
on
And
still
you
never
would
admit
how
sick
I've
become
This
year
my
pigment's
bluer
What
am
I,
a
crip
from
hoover?
Oh
no,
It's
a
malignant
tumour!
Oh,
I
knew
it.
Come
on!
And
still
you
never
would
admit
how
sick
I've
become
This
is
"Perfect
Hair"
by
Busdriver
It
costs
.146
million
US
dollars
to
make
The
musical
accompaniment
on
tracks
5 through
12
cost
6000
euros
each
The
backup
singers
used
on
tracks
1 through
3 cost
3500
US
dollars
per
take
The
studio
time
at
our
home
studios
cost
half
a
million
Brazilian
reals
per
lockout
session
I'm
a
frequent
flyer
And
a
decent
liar
And
that's
a
lie
in
itself
but
you
knew
that,
come
on
And
still
you
never
would
admit
how
sick
I've
become
I
eat
my
food
raw
Grew
up
bourgeois
Never
run
game
like
a
cue
ball
But
you
knew
that,
come
on
And
so
you'll
never
admit
how
sick
I've
become
I'm
not
a
cool
dad
Nor
a
new
fad
I'm
my
daughter's
own
private
enigma,
come
on
And
still
she
never
could
admit
how
sick
I've
become
I'm
dope
as
fuck
I
know
what's
up
And
I
did
not
blow
up
but
you
knew
that,
come
on
And
so
you
never
would
admit
how
sick
I
always
was
My
clothes
are
dirty
And
I'm
over
thirty
And
you
can't
quit
me
cold
turkey
but
you
knew
that,
come
on
It's
about
time
we've
admitted
how
sick
this
has
become
I'm
no
one
And
everywhere
I
only
breathe
heavy
air
But
you
knew
that,
come
on
Why
can't
we
admit
how
sick
this
has
become?
I
used
to
wake
up
at
noon
To
punch
the
moon
And
fuck
my
life
in
her
puncture
wound
Come
on
Come
on
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