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Holsten's
On Tour
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Holsten's was released on October 23, 2026 by Run For Cover Records as a part of the album Cross Off Matthew
ReleasedOctober 23, 2026
LabelRun For Cover Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM54
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

[Intro]
One, two
Holsten's is the consensus
[Verse 1]
Need the world to confirm I'm not lonely
Take a girl for ice cream where they shot Tony
Bloomfield Ave, thinking back when I was shorter
Meatlocker, the café, Division East around the corner
I saw Keith there at a gas station
He played in my first band in 8th grade when
His uncle Wyclef was in a red Ferrari at our graduation
I met Shape and then Tame
And made "Involvement" in Minus's parents' basement
Had fake ID touring underage
And rocked stages with Dead Prez, Mobb Deep, and Wu-Tang
And thinking back, it's too complicated to explain it
But I've been around the world without a manager or agent
[Bridge]
We could say that
Really, I'm just saying
People swear that DIY shit
Meanwhile, I'm like, if you knew
[Verse 2]
I was at radio stations like BDK playing Jason
Pounded pavement, and listeners embraced the shit to our amazement
Made some Real True Friends
Ignored the fake shit
Pace said, "Love is love"
And consequently, hate is hatred
I grew complacent with the game, and parted ways
But in the same breath
I knew that we'd be reacquainted, it's sacred
It takes patience to create what's ageless
Opportunity knocking and I said, "Say less"
[Bridge]
There are two kinds of artists
You have the artist that deals with society
And the other artist who has nothing to do with you
And has no bonds
Instead of that, if you wait for your public
That should come in fifty years, hundred years after your death
That's the right public
[Verse 3]
New Dada, old wisdom
Broke system
Slangcorp colloquialism
Cut up like Kurt Schwitters
Prick fingers with broke windows
And paint like Rudolf Schlichter
Art for art's sake
How much art can you take?
Turnpike to Parkway
Parlay for large stakes
Maxing out my Barclay's (Card)
Dark days, I was Cam'ron "Down and Out"
So every flower I'm owed, count 'em out
Karma comes back around like a Duchamp fountain
Album's out, now drop a hot project every year
Let God count every tear
Won't ever know the road just to get me here
Destiny engineered, and can't veer for a minute
Been real since the beginning
No gimmicks, no veiled nepotism
Just showed up like Moses, no pot to piss in
Hot limericks and rocked for business
Wrote this in a diner high as hell
Thinking 'bout how I made it this far all by myself
No gimmicks, no data analytics
Just grit my teeth and applied myself
Like enemies hold me close to a
Ear to the street right over the sewer
Coded this loop on a ghost computer
For a sonically versed consumer
Untold futures and restless old days
The flow's still a cenote
The wordplay's OJ
Giant Steps like Coltrane
My own lane
These old jaded suits got no taste, and it's obvious
Cats had their little shot and missed
They lack the confidence and lean on their clique
They can't rap, but they got a shtick
Drop a hot song then disappear
Or get on and do something weird
I lost a lot like Job, but it led me here
Penned in blood, sweat, and tears
Shit would be weird if I didn't
Fiercely intimate ever since the beginning
My militia's like Old Bridge
Shock pistons couldn't stop it as the plot thickens
[Outro]
I both liked real jazz and also fake jazz
And also fake, fake jazz, you know?
Yeah, I can say I just get a kick out of the music
I like the lyrics, I know the song you're talking about
And yeah, man, it was great
I hear a hook beat
Written by: GDP

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