Orin’s House

Jimmy Made A Record

Pigeon Hole
Orin High

Hm

I felt like I was sitting on top of the planet
Hanging out at Orin's house
Finishing a song, sitting on orin's couch
Listening to orin's footsteps upstairs
Where he went 5 ago to
Break the camcorder out
Back then, being humble
Was something I seldom was
I was 20 then, maybe 21
We just recorded the vocals for the chorus
For wonderful world, so white boys soulful
I felt like marvin gaye in a skull cap
But sounded like nick lache, singing dull and flat
The vocals were a demo for a singer
With a voice much iller than
The one you now listen to
Stepped out the booth
With a giggle like that shits jokes
Orin looked at me and said
That shits dope
Wait
Thats when my ego went balloon pop
I danced around the studio
Doing the moon walk
If you know the opus
Imagine how ridiculous I look
Break dancing to a song about, death
I got caught up in the moment
Missed and forgotten, lost in
My own head
I started adding up the
Royalties from record plays
Probably a couple million
We can generate
Guaranteed i'll pocket one
In a couple months
Then be a multi millionaire
By 28
Orin said derek let me get this shit on tape
He ran upstairs
While I stayed sitting on
Top of the planet
Hanging out at Orin's house
Finishing a song, sitting on orin's couch
Listening to orin's footsteps upstairs
Where he went 5 ago to
Break the camcorder out
He pressed record
I starred in the camera lens
Dead serious das fx
I repeated every word verbatim:
The payment calculation
The millionaire prediction
My hit single sending me to
Sold out stadiums
On stage, in front of pyro
30,000 crying, screaming
Words that I wrote
It was all so vivid in my mind
So real I could hear the crowd
Singing on my drive home
And the Juno goes to
I can hear it now
I can't wait to get this single out