DESCRIPTION:
Junk's new album I.A.N is available now: https://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/i.a.n./id1102111890
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Directed by: Self Hired
Produced by: Ear 2 Tha Beat
Album: Junk - I.A.N.
Stealth Bomb Records © 2016
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Lyrics:

I'm that regular person YES who's never been perfect I GUESS still steadily working for CHEQUES and my head it is hurting from STRESS
my neck and my back are in pain my rent and my gas are insane my medical plan is ok but dental im having to pay,
get a profit invest it double it economic recession funny how the politics get me running and the cops'll be pressuring buddies
lost in a metropolis where the quest is just getting this money, everybody wanna wear a pair of Jordan's paranoia
ain't nobody care about a Barry Gordie rare recording, where we going ?/ in this life full of shopping fighting over ice like it's hockey
diamonds that are the size of some bongos mined by a child from the Congo how is this right I dont want to buy a rock cuz
for that price i could me buy me a condo city lifes wasting time in a line at a Costco uh shopping cart fulla temporary commodities
put it on my card unnecessary in quanties....

In the woods in the woods I should move back to the woods concrete jungle got me hateful I feel so misunderstood,
In the woods in the woods here I just don't feel no love
I should pack my shit and move myself right back to where I was,
In the woods in the woods I should move back to the woods concrete jungle got me hateful I feel so misunderstood,
In the woods in the woods here I just don't feel no love
I should pack my shit and move myself right back to where I was,
Is this life, is this real, have I died am I ill is my mind just so filled with such heights that I fail so I climb over hills cuz I'm striving to build me something something.


They wanna fly drones while I hold my i phone while I walk to my home on the sidewalk by pilons got giant bombs in silos and the 5 - 0 they eye folk
with a back pack and the krylon by a nice wall same homeless man sitting on a milk crate all night long /do I fight for him? do I walk by?
am I nice to him? do I toss five in his can this dark side of my city bad my car drives I'm spilling gas wish park fines i didnt have
hard times just gimmie cash want yard life I'll live off land.... everything digital cams twitter and instanlty grammed internet videos and
10 million clicks on a link does not benefit man never before in our history have we been this shitty at literature english and math
feeling detached and i dont know from what fill in the blank but give me it back.......the city's a trap,
dealers are trapping they get you addicted to crack crystal or crank citizens living with rats killing eachother the pistol go brrrrraaappp.
strippers and ass liquor and grams in debt to the bank you aint the one on a victory lap you finishing last.....I'm sick of it yea I'm going back