[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 shit

So don’t move away to Houston again

Cuz even you should admit there’s

An opportunity or two loose in this bitch

[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 shit when they caught wind

Where have y’all been

While they been droppin’ that Alphabet Soup and Butter 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 shit

Chameleon rappers only in it for the star shit

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 shit?

Cuz I have started feelin’ awful goddamn ridiculous

So fuck ‘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