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H​.​A​.​G​.​S. (feat. Rufio)

by Bobby St. Mute

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First single from the upcoming "Our Own Thing" album.

lyrics

Intro:
(Bobby bring the horns in!)
(Yeah! Rufio! Bobby St. Mute! Uh-huh)
(Let me tell you one thing about my life, one thing I learned this past year)

Verse 1:
I wear the wrong clothes
I walk the wrong way
I get judged by those dead eyes every day
Why did being petty suddenly become cool?
Whole school of tools legistlatin' social rules

I'm just tryin' to keep it real day by day
Workin' hard, rise and grind, can you say the same? (nope)
Why you tryna flex when you ain't got no muscle?
And why you tryna flaunt when you ain't got no hustle?


Pre-chorus 1:
I'm done with the masks
I'm done with the cliques
I'm done with the faux friends
I'm done with the pics
Fed up with double taps
Not lookin' for your reactions
These fractured factions slaves to a caption

Chorus:
Listen, I know, you're just tryin' to make it
But there's more to life than fake smiles and facelifts
It's a "Brave New World" so is it any wonder?
I'm glad to move on
Have a great summer.

It ain't worth it, don't lose your soul
The truth is worth its weight in gold

(Yeah, let me talk to 'em again)

Verse 2:
Oh! The decadance! As you set depressing precendents
Media presence full of ficticious pasts and presents
Number of views and pics of who's who leavin' us asking who's you? Et tu Brute?
Constantly countin' compliments causes cataracts
truth hacky sack, heart attack, step on a crack, your mother's back
Whoop! There goes vanity!
Whoop! There goes sanity!
Seven rings, iced bling, extra ranch but bluffing the wings

It ain't worth it, don't lose your soul
The truth is worth its weight in gold

Pre-chorus 2:
Why you tryna flex when you ain't got no muscle?
Why you tryna flaunt when you ain't got no hustle?
Why you tryna flex when you ain't got no muscle?
Why you tryna flaunt when you ain't got no hustle?


Chorus:
Listen, I know , you're just tryin' to make it
But there's more to life than fake smiles and fake tits
Dead the nonsense six feet under,
I'm glad to move on — have a great summer.
(This is to all you fakes — all you fakes who signed my yearbook)
Have a great summer.

credits

released July 14, 2020
Vocals: Rufio, Bobby St. Mute

Trumpet: Bobby St. Mute
Trumpet: Deven Hunsaker
Trumpet: Cody Roberts

Trombone: Spencer Breeze
Trombone: David Allen
Trombone: Eric Langlois

Tuba: Sam Liechty

Everything Else: Bobby St. Mute
Mastered by Christian Wright at Abbey Road Studios.
Album art: J.R. Chambers

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Bobby St. Mute Salt Lake City, Utah

I play the trumpet and I'm interested in the intersection of genres. Currently living in Salt Lake City, UT.

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