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SIMS JONG IL

from Field Notes by Sims

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Produced by Plain Ole Arson

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Well I stepped up my cleats on
and that chin music is my theme song
that brush off, that write off, I just use that as a deduction
that mean mugging don’t mean nothing
hold the line, I play the whole 9
I steal second, I scrape for mine
you can take the signs or you can pay no mind
I’m on the verge, hold the sermon
like I told the purists, if I played it safe I would’ve sold insurance
so I kill it ’til it’s dead, till it ’til it grows
get it on the road then tour it ’til it’s old
like any good crow I never tip toe around a motherfucking straw man
make me like amen, or god damn, or something
like money for nothing
in common
I came up on ramen
nine of us and we’re lining up
and you must be high on that diamond dust
now I’m grinding out until my time is up

I didn’t come to play games, I came to win
I get it in then I’m in the wind and I ain’t no average citizen
I ain’t living in that bitter end
I come to stack my dividends and then bounce

I am the chem trail in your easy mac
Sims Jong Il to all you Tumbl’ing amnesiacs
faking funk and celiacs
got me out here feeling old on my Holden Caulfield calling phony
I’m from the land of Uncle Ole’s yelling fuck the police
Axel Foley your magic kingdom, leave a mess on your linoleum
In the kitchen with a downgraded Pluto enriching Plutonium
these molly poppers went too based, looking Rob Ford
that ain’t flavor that’s Kool Aid, you’re skating on a long board
I’m taking shots singing C-Murder until I wind up on the floor
then I’m Hasselhoffing this cheeseburger, call you up around four
I’m Nick Caging this Vegas, I’m lighting up these stages
they say baseless shit to get famous, they're Jim Rome, they’re Skip Bayless
sunglasses and bail money, my cunning and my homies
we’re running, we’re hungry, you stay praying on some pony
stay blue Lonely Boy, southsider, outlier, the gasoline to your house fire
and I ride this shit ’til there are no tires

I didn’t come to play games, I came to win
I get it in then I’m in the wind and I ain’t no average citizen
I ain’t living in that bitter end
I come to stack my dividends and then bounce

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from Field Notes, released September 2, 2014
A. Sims (Sims is a Business ASCAP) B. Hebl, R. Olson (2 packs of Camel Wides ASCAP)

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Sims Minneapolis, Minnesota

Life and loss and dance parties. Sex and love and fractal math. Sims wrote More Than Ever last winter in the wake of some personally trying times: death and sickness in his immediate circle of friends and family. And he decided that the only acceptable answer to big loss is big joy—urgent, defiant, unapologetic joy. ... more

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