Mr. NeighborGOOD

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Cat Stockton is a musical artist known for their unique blend of folk, Americana, and indie rock. Their heartfelt lyrics and soulful vocals have garnered them a loyal following. With a distinctive sound that seamlessly weaves together acoustic and electric elements, Cat Stockton's music is both intimate and captivating. more »

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This a Mick's Tape
Poppin' from the press gate
Out the shit's creek
Shoulder cold to catch weight
This the real deal
Holyfield without a deal
Holdin' up the status quo
Start the fire, yeah
Bonafide, fly, bad guy
Floatin' in the sky
Skippin' with the beat
Like a coaster on a ride
Remedy repeat
Feed the focus, come alive
Kill em' in they sleep
If they wake up, galvanize
Tally high, up the ladder
Sayonara, see you later
'Til tomorrow bring the papers
As a favor
Mr. NeighborGOOD
Grew up in the neighborhood
Never thought I could be someone
That would stay for good
So the story goes
Sold my soul for student loans
Also mental gold
Plus the middle, where to go?
I'm posted at the road
Smokin' pot with Monaco
Supposed to be at home
Told my parents "adios"
Comma closed in my checking
Yeah, I'm broke
It's all good doe
Lately I've been on a roll
You know
The blue collar, booze saga
Lifestyle of Chicago
Well
It's always details with the females
Cheap thrills, three bills
Payin' w(ho)le sale

Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on
Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on
Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on
Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on

And on and on and on
We chaunce, we talk that shit
Quick
Walkin' in kickin' with the sticks
Teflon, turbo hit the blitz
Bliss, fury from the fist
Said, hurry sir, let's dip
Y'all start while I'll finish
Pity, pot rap
Paddy on the track
Spittin' rad vintage
Raw venom, short winded
Pulp Fiction
The pulse missin'
From the force driven
Authentic, the work ethic
That concerns effort
A firm center off the curb
Better be cautiously
When you rockin' with the beat
I'm the type of motherfucker to take
The shoes up off your feet, kid
Free kicks
Could be Nike or Adidas
Speed kills
Listen to the voice of reason
Deep breaths, yes
Don't fight the feeling
Tick tock, Papa Doc
Time to leave, kid

Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on
Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on
Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on
Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on

I've been feeling it
Feeding off my confidence
Conscious, critical to content
A contest once I'm coming up
With problems
Said I'll solve them
Saul Goodman, criminal defense
Typical for the story of events
That you're hearing these days
So sad, so stiff
My momma always told me
They'll be days like this, so
Y'all should park up
And spark another spliff
Catch me at the park, dog
I'm barking at your bitch
Mask off, f*ck it
Middle finger to the government
Give n' go, get em' son
Show em' what you're workin' with

Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on
Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on
Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on
Bada-ba-ba, the beat goes on... on

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