Back in ’96, I was melting G.I. Joes in the kitchen.
Mama told me knock it off, but you know I didn’t listen.
Get ‘em pissed man, I was a problem child. That boy been known to drive ‘em wild.
Get suspended for weeks on end, and I’d do it with a smile:
fucked up teeth and all. Stiff upper lip and stiffer jaw.
Woo-hah, I got you all in check, ooh baby, I like it raw.
Just a class clownin’ scrub taking cans back to the party store.
A couple years before I started stealing pot out of my pops’ sock drawer.
I’ve been trying not to lose my head
but I’ve been living on the edge,
so don’t push me. No, don’t push me.
I’ve been trying not to lose my head
but I’ve been living on the edge,
so don’t push me.
Back in ’06, I was breaking up bricks in the kitchen.
Got popped in 2008, it really didn’t make a difference.
My P.O. fucking hates me, my brains always been purple hazy,
I’d piss in a cup once a week and then she’d say “Fuck you, pay me.”
Rocking shows in the basement, drunk and on probation,
if the cops show up I’ll surely get a 30 day vacation.
Cause that’s a violation man, I was patient, I paid my debt to “the man”.
I’m sick of police stations, I hope they never see my face again.
I’ve been trying not to lose my head
but I’ve been living on the edge,
so don’t push me. No, don’t push me.
I’ve been trying not to lose my head
but I’ve been living on the edge,
so don’t push me.
Back in 2016, I lost 6 friends in a span of months.
Quit drinking booze, I almost quit this too, I was on my Forrest Gump.
Running from problems, I was too broken to solve ‘em,
Empty wallet and emptier noggin’.
I know I talk a lot but I swear to God I’m sick of talk, man.
Dirty rotten imbecile, broken-hearted and miserable,
survivors guilt up to the gills, looking for a life that’s livable.
I’ve gotten to the point where if I’ve gotta, I'ma go on like this,
cause every year of my life has felt like 199666.
I’ve been trying not to lose my head
but I’ve been living on the edge,
so don’t push me. No, don’t push me.
I’ve been trying not to lose my head
but I’ve been living on the edge,
so don’t push me.
Don’t push me
cause I’m close to the edge,
I’m trying not the lose my head.
Onboard Balloon is one of the most prolific and unique rappers I have ever heard, and I love how noisy and cryptic this LP is. I spit my favorite guest verse of my "career" on the song Force Fed. Gerko
Recorded at the rapper's Brooklyn apartment during lockdown, this album offers poignant reflections on the uncertain decisions defining the uncharted territory of today's reality. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 21, 2020