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Road Trip Rob

I can’t stand the radio. “Hot 97.5 in the mix with today’s top tracks!” Really, Hot 97.5? Are they really today’s hottest tracks? Because, to me, they all sound the same played out pop music formula that’s been cut up and recycled so many times that its almost like no one cares what the final product is anymore. Oh cool, another lazy chorus sandwiched between some predictable pop beats, exactly what I was looking for. I won’t even touch on the disaster that is country music, I’ve shown enough of my self-perceived music elitism already.

Anyway, here’s a playlist I made:
The songs on here aren’t necessarily my favorite songs, they’re mostly ones that I like and think would set a good mood for a laid-back hip-hop/R&B infused road trip.

Some of my favorite quotes from the keystone tracks:

Like a Ship by Pastor T.L. Barrett and the Youth for Christ Choir:
Just like a ship, without a sail. But I’m not worried because I know. But I know we can make it.

Broken Clocks by SZA:
All I got is these broken clocks, I ain’t got no time, just burning daylight. But it’s still love, and it’s still love, and it’s still love, it’s still love, still love…

Final Hour by Lauryn Hill:
I treat this like my thesis. Well-written topic, broken down into pieces. I introduce then produce, words so profuse. It's abuse how I juice up this beat, like I'm deuce. Two people both equal like I'm Gemini, rather Simeon. If I Jimmy on this lock I could pop it, you can't stop it.

untitled 08 | 09.06.2014. by Kendrick Lamar
Why so sad, walkin’ around with them blue faces? She said I’m down on my luck and it’s something I gotta have, blue faces. I hit the bank today and told ‘em color me bad, blue faces. Yea that new money, and it’s breakin me down honey.

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