Country Boy, City Kid b/w Exit Stage Left, by Jake Palumbo

Country Boy, City Kid b/w Exit Stage Left

by Jake Palumbo

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1.	Country Boy, City Kid (MAIN) 03:14	lyrics	buy track
INTRO: They always want me to do that gimmicky shit, mane I ain't wear a straw hat in real life So I ain't finna wear one in a video VERSE 1: Herring bone Moonraker blacking out the booth its the Terrordome Tomb Raider back to kick the truth Rip shingles off the roof & give a lil' dose of hope ...& try & break the curse that dope folks is always broke My teeth a little crooked mane I gotta be honest They told me all about it in my YouTube comments They killed due process, the cops is like BLAO I'm just out here living like Apocalypse Wow I eat the whole loaf of bread, I don't throw away the end slice Cuz something tells me this shit isn't gonna end nice The Residential mayor, skills keep me employed I'm just a Presidential Playa, Rest In Peace Big Floyd ...Ya baby daddy trades Forex My bass plucks hard like a Dunlop Tortex Reservoir Dog, Cold-hearted, polar vortex Polarize wit every performance out my cortex CHORUS: An OG not an old head Get the name Jake Palumbo tatted on ya fo-head A Hillbilly not a redneck Questioning my vision then ya need to get ya head checked I'm tryna mature-ate my purpose But inside I'm still obsessed with tryna saturate your cervix Stack ya chips, try to maintain Country Boy city kid living in the same brain VERSE 2: Yo I just rhyme for the amenities SpaceLAB Recordings, ornery Public Enemies Chasing Dead Presidents, bumping Dead Kennedys Tennessee tendencies, I'm faded playing Centipede ...I'm also pretty harsh on myself So it's often I'm contemplating martyring myself I got the Devil on my shoulder tryna market to myself I do the same shit again like I'm pardoning myself I don't place beats I make albums I Make reservations eating sushi wit the scallions Bumping C-Murder Bossalinie Oval Office got raped by a Mango Mussolini, now it's Commandant Lassard vs. Commandant Mauser My conversation make her comfortable without her trousers My Tennessee accent, my Brooklyn vernacular Crook by the book to these industry Draculas (REPEAT CHORUS)
2.	Exit Stage Left (MAIN) 02:40	lyrics	buy track
VERSE 1: --------------- Heart palpitations, inflammation in my gastric Drink so much coffee stomach black from tannic acid ...Chattanooga, Madagascar If it wasn't bout the bag then I could prolly bag her faster My therapist plays the Theremin ...I don't have a therapist I'm kinda scared of em, at 15 my dead friend Jon began heroin, so I was Straight edge till 21 & then I varrowed Off the deep end, hit some tubes but never spikes But them drugs is less deadly than the high you get from likes ...The answer's pretty obvious When you live for compliments and not accomplishments, I Got an oculus for thick thighs & ovulation ...& shawty understand my oddball occupation See me & Hennessy are on a trial separation Gotta finish this mission need some wild preparation HOOK: ----------------- Exit Stage Left Exit Stage Left Exit Stage Left There's no stage left to wreck (REPEAT) VERSE 2: --------------- What I consider broke now, I once considered rich Check my ego at the door, un-dig my own ditch Scratch that, I can turn to Richard Petty in a switch You a whole ass bitch, u lucky that I'm rich My left shoulder wrecked so it's no bench pressing Ketchup mayo never touch, I don't fuck with French Dressing You'll never see me getting bitter See me deleting things I shouldn't say on my Twitter All work & no play makes Jake bat shit Toxoplasmosis you a cancer found in cat shit Supercalifragilistic miss me with that bullshit Prolly get murdered by her husband with a full clip Sipping hot brew in a Thermos I have never been slighted for the hue of my dermis I just try to make a valid contribution, do my best Knickerbocker Times Square, I'm a 5-Star Guest (REPEAT CHORUS)
3.	Country Boy, City Kid (CLEAN) 03:14	lyrics	buy track
INTRO: They always want me to do that gimmicky shit, mane I ain't wear a straw hat in real life So I ain't finna wear one in a video VERSE 1: Herring bone Moonraker blacking out the booth its the Terrordome Tomb Raider back to kick the truth Rip shingles off the roof & give a lil' dose of hope ...& try & break the curse that dope folks is always broke My teeth a little crooked mane I gotta be honest They told me all about it in my YouTube comments They killed due process, the cops is like BLAO I'm just out here living like Apocalypse Wow I eat the whole loaf of bread, I don't throw away the end slice Cuz something tells me this shit isn't gonna end nice The Residential mayor, skills keep me employed I'm just a Presidential Playa, Rest In Peace Big Floyd ...Ya baby daddy trades Forex My bass plucks hard like a Dunlop Tortex Reservoir Dog, Cold-hearted, polar vortex Polarize wit every performance out my cortex CHORUS: An OG not an old head Get the name Jake Palumbo tatted on ya fo-head A Hillbilly not a redneck Questioning my vision then ya need to get ya head checked I'm tryna mature-ate my purpose But inside I'm still obsessed with tryna saturate your cervix Stack ya chips, try to maintain Country Boy city kid living in the same brain VERSE 2: Yo I just rhyme for the amenities SpaceLAB Recordings, ornery Public Enemies Chasing Dead Presidents, bumping Dead Kennedys Tennessee tendencies, I'm faded playing Centipede ...I'm also pretty harsh on myself So it's often I'm contemplating martyring myself I got the Devil on my shoulder tryna market to myself I do the same shit again like I'm pardoning myself I don't place beats I make albums I Make reservations eating sushi wit the scallions Bumping C-Murder Bossalinie Oval Office got raped by a Mango Mussolini, now it's Commandant Lassard vs. Commandant Mauser My conversation make her comfortable without her trousers My Tennessee accent, my Brooklyn vernacular Crook by the book to these industry Draculas (REPEAT CHORUS)
4.	Exit Stage Left (CLEAN) 02:40	lyrics	buy track
VERSE 1: --------------- Heart palpitations, inflammation in my gastric Drink so much coffee stomach black from tannic acid ...Chattanooga, Madagascar If it wasn't bout the bag then I could prolly bag her faster My therapist plays the Theremin ...I don't have a therapist I'm kinda scared of em, at 15 my dead friend Jon began heroin, so I was Straight edge till 21 & then I varrowed Off the deep end, hit some tubes but never spikes But them drugs is less deadly than the high you get from likes ...The answer's pretty obvious When you live for compliments and not accomplishments, I Got an oculus for thick thighs & ovulation ...& shawty understand my oddball occupation See me & Hennessy are on a trial separation Gotta finish this mission need some wild preparation HOOK: ----------------- Exit Stage Left Exit Stage Left Exit Stage Left There's no stage left to wreck (REPEAT) VERSE 2: --------------- What I consider broke now, I once considered rich Check my ego at the door, un-dig my own ditch Scratch that, I can turn to Richard Petty in a switch You a whole ass bitch, u lucky that I'm rich My left shoulder wrecked so it's no bench pressing Ketchup mayo never touch, I don't fuck with French Dressing You'll never see me getting bitter See me deleting things I shouldn't say on my Twitter All work & no play makes Jake bat shit Toxoplasmosis you a cancer found in cat shit Supercalifragilistic miss me with that bullshit Prolly get murdered by her husband with a full clip Sipping hot brew in a Thermos I have never been slighted for the hue of my dermis I just try to make a valid contribution, do my best Knickerbocker Times Square, I'm a 5-Star Guest
5.	Country Boy, City Kid (INST) 03:14	info	buy track
6.	Exit Stage Left (INST) 02:40	info	buy track
7.	Country Boy, City Kid (ACCAPELLA) 03:14	lyrics	buy track
Yo I just rhyme for the amenities SpaceLAB Recordings, ornery Public Enemies Chasing Dead Presidents, bumping Dead Kennedys Tennessee tendencies, I'm faded playing Centipede ...I'm also pretty harsh on myself So it's often I'm contemplating martyring myself I got the Devil on my shoulder tryna market to myself I do the same shit again like I'm pardoning myself I don't place beats I make albums I Make reservations eating sushi wit the scallions Bumping C-Murder Bossalinie Oval Office got raped by a Mango Mussolini, now it's Commandant Lassard vs. Commandant Mauser My conversation make her comfortable without her trousers My Tennessee accent, my Brooklyn vernacular Crook by the book to these industry Draculas (REPEAT CHORUS)
8.	Exit Stage Left (ACCAPELLA) 02:40	lyrics	buy track
VERSE 1: --------------- Heart palpitations, inflammation in my gastric Drink so much coffee stomach black from tannic acid ...Chattanooga, Madagascar If it wasn't bout the bag then I could prolly bag her faster My therapist plays the Theremin ...I don't have a therapist I'm kinda scared of em, at 15 my dead friend Jon began heroin, so I was Straight edge till 21 & then I varrowed Off the deep end, hit some tubes but never spikes But them drugs is less deadly than the high you get from likes ...The answer's pretty obvious When you live for compliments and not accomplishments, I Got an oculus for thick thighs & ovulation ...& shawty understand my oddball occupation See me & Hennessy are on a trial separation Gotta finish this mission need some wild preparation HOOK: ----------------- Exit Stage Left Exit Stage Left Exit Stage Left There's no stage left to wreck (REPEAT) VERSE 2: --------------- What I consider broke now, I once considered rich Check my ego at the door, un-dig my own ditch Scratch that, I can turn to Richard Petty in a switch You a whole ass bitch, u lucky that I'm rich My left shoulder wrecked so it's no bench pressing Ketchup mayo never touch, I don't fuck with French Dressing You'll never see me getting bitter See me deleting things I shouldn't say on my Twitter All work & no play makes Jake bat shit Toxoplasmosis you a cancer found in cat shit Supercalifragilistic miss me with that bullshit Prolly get murdered by her husband with a full clip Sipping hot brew in a Thermos I have never been slighted for the hue of my dermis I just try to make a valid contribution, do my best Knickerbocker Times Square, I'm a 5-Star Guest (REPEAT CHORUS)

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PRODUCED BY JAKE PALUMBO

Written by T. Vick
© 2020 SpaceLAB Recordings
℗ Palumbo's Escrow (ASCAP)

Recorded by Mo Kofuma
Mixed by Jake Palumbo

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Distribution by Soulspazm
A&R Direction by Ezekiel Bartholomew

Art Direction by NO ONE, I MADE IT ON MY PHONE IT ISN'T REAL ART

www.jakepalumbo.com
IG / Twitter: @jakepalumbo

WATCH THE MUSIC VIDEO HERE:

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credits

released September 25, 2020

SpaceLAB Recordings presents the first leak from Jake Palumbo's upcoming solo project "Plant-Based Libtard" - a proper single with an A-side & B-side, the way singles used to be.

The A-side "Country Boy, City Kid" is a humorous, upbeat & lewd anthem with the type of cleverly-snuck-in social commentary you've come to expect from Jake Palumbo. The B-side, "Exit Stage Left" takes a darker, more serious tone - touching on everything from mental & physical health issues to financial stability to social media irresponsibility to fighting racism.

IF U WANT TO DO A REMIX WITH THE ACCAPELLAS IT'S COOL WHOADIE I WON'T SUE YOU

BTW THE TEMPO OF BOTH SONGS IS 84 BPM