Spinnin' Webs

Spinnin' Webs (Feat. Monroe) (Prod. Pacific)

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Written by Kai Straw
Produced Kai Straw
Engineered by Fred Sorenson
Artwork by Hailey Badovinac

LYRICS:
Am I losing my mind?
Am I losing my mind?
Maybe
Am I losing my mind?
Am I losing my mind?
Maybe

Once upon a time in the suburbs
The fog was thick and I was feeling twisted
I had a friend doing lines with a lover
And another was sick throwing up in the kitchen
We had Mac Dre on
We made a club out the living room, turn the bass up
We had Mac Dre on
Our sun was the moon, our day started at dusk

There was something about it that I think I loved, though
Something ‘bout the fights in the street made the blood flow
Something about the lights from police when the sun rose
Seeing red and blue lights hit the blunt smoke
There was some kinda home in it
Like in the moment, drunk and stoned, we were owning it
Like we sunk so low we painted hell gold
And we faked like our wings weren’t broken

Am I losing my mind?
Am I losing my mind?
Maybe
Am I losing my mind?
Am I losing my mind?
Maybe

Once upon a time in the suburbs
I found freedom in my cup of who gives a fuck
I was mending a mind full of gutters
With a dream I’d get inside through a doorway made of slime
We had Young Curt on
Get me fucked up, let’s burn one
We had Young Curt on
‘Till the sun’s up, I’m another person

It’s like I found suicide in the night
To grab another drink was to slide in the knife
To take another hit was a .9 to the mind
and I’d lie like - boy, this the time of my life
So gimme that shot, yeah, I’m trynna get fucked up
Gimme a broad, yeah, I’m trynna get sucked up
I wanna be gone like one drip to the sea
‘Till dawn, I’ll forget that I’m me

Am I losing my mind?
Am I losing my mind?
Maybe
Am I losing my mind?
Am I losing my mind?
Maybe

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And The Radio Goes by Star System Legal

Woke up late, same bed I slept in,
Alarm quit early, guess it gave in.
Mirror say “bro, you look dead.”
I nod back once, yeah, message read.

Bank app load got me stressin,
Spin that wheel like a game show question.
Bills on the counter, color-coded red,
I flip ‘em face down, problem dead.

Dog bark loud, mom start yellin,
I yell “yeah” back, kinda lyin.
Cereal dust at the end of the bag,
I shake it hard like “don’t do that.”

Radio on, kitchen still lit,
Same song play but I don’t skip.
DJ talk like he been here,
Say “hang tight, kid,” loud and clear.

Life ain’t big, life ain’t small,
Just kinda there, that’s all.
If it fall apart, I let it fall,
Turn it up till the speakers stall.

And the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
And the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
And the radio goes...

Drive past the same old grocery store,
Buzzin’ lights, I seen ‘em before.
Park my car in the same damn floor,
Like the pavement know me for sure.

See a friend that I knew in school,
We nod real quick like “still cool.”
He say “man, I’m leavin’ soon,”
I say “for sure,” but we both fooled.

Saturday night, not a thing,
Remote control like a wedding ring.
Scroll too long, thumb sore,
End up watchin’ what I watched before.

Radio hum fill the floor,
Make the quiet less hardcore.
It don’t rush, it don’t explore,
It just play… like it paid to ignore.

Middle lane, I’m okay,
Same damn night, different day.
If this it, I’ll probably stay,
Tomorrow look the same damn way.

And the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
And the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
And the radio goes...

Stand too long by candy bars,
Two bucks left, thinkin’ hard.
Milky Way smooth, Skittles sharp,
Switch twice, blockin’ carts.

Clerk sigh loud, guy look scarred,
This my thrill, don’t judge my heart.
Flip a coin, heads or stars,
Either way, I’m who I are.

Life ain’t epic, life plain,
Same routines, same lane.
Big dreams ride shotgun brain,
But I ain’t mad, I maintain.

Radio sing ‘bout switchin’ lanes,
I sing ‘bout standin’ in the rain.
Still tap beats, still feel sane,
Some boring days feel well-earned pain.

If you sittin’ there feelin’ plain,
Like nothin’ lost and nothin’ gained.
Just know somebody feel the same,
Same small life, same campaign.

And the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
Yeah, the radio goes...
Na na na na na naaa,
Na na na na na naaa.
And the radio goes...

Written by Dave Solomon
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And The Radio Goes

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