Coverups

by The Wilde

/
1.
01:38
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.

about

The album is my love letter to music. It's comprised of covers of my favorite songs mashed together to become... Coverups.

credits

released March 31, 2017

Produced by The Wilde & David Grunzweig
Mixed and Mastered by David Grunzweig

Coverup Title - Original Artist(s)
Good Day - Nappy Roots
You Like First Dates? Whatever. - blink-182 X T.I.
Ride wit my VCR - Nelly X The xx

tags

license

Some rights reserved. Please refer to individual track pages for license info.

about

The Wilde San Francisco, California

20 - Alt hip-hop

For bookings, press, collabs, interviews, or anything else, shoot me an e-mail thewildemusic (at) gmail (dot) com.

contact / help

Contact The Wilde

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Track Name: Good Day
We're gonna have a good day
And all my homies gonna ride today
And all these mommies look fly today
And all we wanna do is get by today
Hey,
We're gonna have a good day
And ain't nobody gotta cry today
Cause ain't nobody gonna die today
Save that drama for another day, hey
Track Name: You Like First Dates? Whatever.
In the car I just can't wait
To pick you up on our very first date
Is it cool if I hold your hand?
Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance?
Do you like my stupid hair?
Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear?
I'm just scared of what you think
You make me nervous so I really can't eat

Stacks on deck. Patron on ice.
We can pop bottles all night
Baby, you can have whatever you like
I said, you can have whatever you like.
Yeah
Late night sex, so wet and so tight
I'll gas up the jet for you tonight and baby you can go wherever you like
I said, you can go wherever you like
Yeah

When you smile, I melt inside
I'm not worthy for a minute of your time
I really wish it was only me and you
I'm jealous of everybody in the room
Please don't look at me with those eyes
Please don't hint that you're capable of lies
I dread the thought of our very first kiss
A target that I'm probably gonna miss

Stacks on deck. Patron on ice.
We can pop bottles all night
Baby, you can have whatever you like
I said, you can have whatever you like.
Yeah
Late night sex, so wet and so tight
I'll gas up the jet for you tonight and baby you can go wherever you like
I said, you can go wherever you like
Yeah

Shawty you the hottest. Love the way you drop it.
Brain so good I could've sworn you went to college
100k deposits. Vacations in the tropics
And everybody know it ain't tricking if you got it
You ain't never ever gotta go in your wallet
Long as I got rubber band banks up in my pocket
5 6 rides with rims and a body kit
You ain't gotta downgrade you can get what I get
My chick can have what she want
And go in any store for any bag she wants
I know you ain't never had a man like that
To buy you anything your heart desire like that
Yeah, I want your body, need your body.
Long as you got me, you won't need nobody.
You want it, I got it. Go get it, I'll buy it.
Tell them other broke suckas be quiet.

Stacks on deck. Patron on ice.
We can pop bottles all night
Baby, you can have whatever you like
I said, you can have whatever you like.
Yeah
Late night sex, so wet and so tight
I'll gas up the jet for you tonight and baby you can go wherever you like
I said, you can go wherever you like
Yeah
Track Name: Ride wit my VCR
You used to have all the answers
And you, you still have them too
And we, we live half in the daytime
And we, we live half at night

If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? Hey
Must be the
Must be the
Must be the money!

If you want to go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel this way?
Hey, must be the
Must be the
Must be the money!

I wanna find myself by the sea
In another’s company
By the sea
I wanna go out to the pier
I'm gonna dive and have no fear
Cos you, you just know
You just do

If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? Hey
Must be the
Must be the
Must be the money!

If you want to go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel this way? Hey
Must be the
Must be the
Must be the money!

Watch things on VCRs
With me and talk about big love
I think we're superstars
You say you think we are the best thing

If you want to go and take a ride with me
With me and talk about big love
Oh why must I feel this way?
You say you think we are the best thing

Watch things on vcrs
Smoke a L in the back of Benz-E
I think we're superstars
Must be the
Must be the
Must be the money!
Track Name: No Secrets (Little Duh)
Bowl of cheerios gripped up in my left hand
Balling like LeBron, but I'm less tan, sweating no headband
Undercover x-man, posers I hex them
Hear your shit, I treat it like my bitch, onto the next jam
Just kidding, I treat my bitches with respect
Talking politics to boys while they're kissing on my neck
I'm Lex Luther, Carlos Boozer
You wear your laces loose I rock my nikes looser
The booster seats where I reside, puffing Mary J, bumpin Mary J Blige
And I might go psycho when the mic goes in my hand
Take my Flintstones vitamins
Fixed gear bike I'm cycling
Yeah I when I come in you see me stomping taters
More popular than gefilte fish at a seder
My calculators TI-89, you're stuck on 83
While you all wait in line, I'm on that VIP
Feeling me moving the earth by millimeters with my words
Fuck what you heard verses tighter than Ernie and Bert
Dudes and girls they're lifting their shirts when they see me
That's one of the perks, I'm basically the lady who merks
Everything in sight I'm going berserk

Let this be our little secret
No one needs to know we're feeling
Higher, and higher, and higher
Higher, and higher, and higher

Let this be our little secret
No one needs to know we're feeling
Higher, and higher, and higher
Higher, and higher, and higher

You dummies slower than molasses, I'm cutting classes
As is I earned a perfect grade point average
You're up to bat I'm Greg Maddux, si yo estoy
Making every boys package happy call me almond joy
Sharp shooter aim impeccable, roll with Dewey decimal
The dopest animal from here to Senegal
Flow so menstrual I need a tampon on the track
Got a couple bars to kill it and some monkeys on my back
I must admit I'm just a bit custom fitted
Check this shit who wants to hit it
Who am I kidding, everyone up in this city wanna get it
Don't need a sidekick
People treat my style like retainer molds and bite it
Smoking, soaking up sun you think I'm done I've just begun
Giant on the mic they're calling me Paul Bunyan
Yakking on some purp' and sipping on some soda
Tell me that I'm fresh I'm like no duh

Let this be our little secret
No one needs to know we're feeling
Higher, and higher, and higher
Higher, and higher, and higher

Let this be our little secret
No one needs to know we're feeling
Higher, and higher, and higher
Higher, and higher, and higher

Let this be our little secret
No one needs to know we're feeling
Higher, and higher, and higher
Higher, and higher, and higher
Track Name: Grown Up Semi-Charmed
Remember when my first meal was school lunch
Now I spit a 16 straight with no punch
Remember all for dinner all we ate was Captain Crunch
Now we blow big blunts on the way to brunch
Went from good fella to commissary slips
Now I got back up man every time I slipped
Never ever quit, I just kept on pursuing
Teacher always ask me, what was I doing
Scribbled in my notebook and never did homework
Low attention span, guess these Adderall worked
Rocked Tommy Hil shirts, ones with the boat
Rockport kicks way before we even smoked
Used to have baby lungs, choking when I hit it
Nowadays lace a whole seven in a sitting
Remember back then we thought we growed up
Rushing at a kid just to be grown up

I want something else
To get me through this
Semi-charmed kind of life baby
Baby I want something else
Not listening when you say
Goodbye

I can eat a pound and shit sixty four quarters
Burn up fire and drown drops of water
Son, I told you I got them beans like Goya
Gone off them pills got me jumping off the sofa
Hotter than a Hot Pocket out the devil microwave
Got these models fallin’ for me call them girls bridal wave
Exotic foreign garments lookin' tailor made
And when these girls see me man they wetter than the everglades
Everyday same ish, me getting paid
Waking up, new bitch, it's me getting laid
Used to take bottle back, waitress bring the bottle back
Now they see me shining and they looking like a Sour Patch
Homie Catch a heart attack, Newport soft pack never blow blunt wraps
But these blunt raps sewn up
Whoever thought I'd be the greatest growing up

I want something else
To get me through this
Semi-charmed kind of life baby
Baby I want something else
Not listening when you say
Goodbye

The sky was gold, it was rose
I was taking sips of it through my nose
And I wish I could get back there, some place back there
Smiling in the pictures you would take
Doing crystal meth will lift you up until you break
It won't stop, I won't come down
I keep stock with a tick-tock rhythm, a bump for the drop
And then I bumped up, I took the hit that I was given
Then I bumped again, then I bumped again
I believe in the sand beneath my toes
The beach gives a feeling, an earthy feeling
I believe in the faith that grows
And the four right chords can make me cry
When I'm with you I feel like I could die
And that would be all right, all right

I want something else
To get me through this
Life baby
I want something else
Not listening when you say
Goodbye
Goodbye
Track Name: Girlie Magazines
All the girls in every girlie magazine
Can’t make me feel
Any less alone
Cause there’s a lack of color here
All the girls in every girlie magazine
Can’t make me feel
Any less alone
I’m reaching for the phone
To call at 7:03
And on your machine I slur a plea
For you to come home

I should have seen it when you broke down
Stop and listen, and stop acting like you don't have a position
Cause I could see it from the jump when I kissed you
And feel it through the walls that you constantly put your fist through
You're pissed, but you ain't gotta fight like this
Life isn't worth a dime with a knife-sliced wrist
Spent a whole bunch of time trying to write your list
Of the last things alive that make you bite your… lip
Little girl, little love, little hold my head to the ground in the mud
Little I'm not comin' back up 'til the whole sky falls down on top of me
And breaks my trust
Now run, and think about it all
Think about the last chance given and the first round fall
And if that can't get you back to where you start
Just call, and meet me in the place where we always are

And all the girls in every girlie magazine
Can’t make me feel
Any less alone
Cause there’s a lack of color here
All the girls in every girlie magazine
Can’t make me feel
Any less alone
I’m reaching for the phone
To call at 7:03
And on your machine I slur a plea
For you to come home

Cause you don't see the things that I really wish that you would've
No you don't make the effort I really thought that you could've
To unlock the cage where you put us
And take another stab at it
Fly fishin' for the catch
With my heart tied onto the only line that you cast
And if I don't sink this raft right now
I'ma float down the river 'til my last breaths, gasp
Yeah, little lock, little key, little drop my boxes of thoughts into the sea
No, I'm not comin' back out 'til the whole world stops in its tracks
And admits its defeat, for good
Back to the shackles, back to the comfort of the things that attack you
And make you cold
I'm over tryin' to make this home, so just go
And leave me in the place that we'll always know

And all the girls in every girlie magazine
Can’t make me feel
Any less alone
Cause there’s a lack of color here
All the girls in every girlie magazine
Can’t make me feel
Any less alone
I’m reaching for the phone
To call at 7:03
And on your machine I slur a plea
For you to come home
Track Name: Your Ex-Lover Holds me Down
God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name

You're the echoes of my everything,
You're the emptiness the whole world sings at night.
You're the laziness of afternoon,
You're the reason why I burst and why I bloom.
How will I break the news to you?
How will I break the news to you?
I love you, however,
You hold me down
You hold me down

There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you, not sorry it's over
Not sorry there's nothing to say
It's nothing but time and a face that you lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
I'll write you a postcard
I'll send you the news
From a house down the road from real love

Live through this, and you won't look back...
Live through this, and you won't look back...
Live through this, and you won't look back...

You're the echoes of my everything,
You're the emptiness the whole world sings at night.
You're the laziness of afternoon,
You're the reason why I burst and why I bloom.
The leaky sink of sentiment,
You’re the failed attempts I never could forget.
Your the metaphors I can’t create to comprehend this curse that I call love
So how will I break the news to you?
How will I break the news to you?
I love you, however,
You hold me down
You hold me down

Live through this, and you won't look back...
Track Name: I Can Sleep Alone Tonight
I could feel a hot one taking me down
For a moment, I could feel the force
Fainted to the point of tears
And you were holding on to make a point
What's the point?

I'm but a clean man, stable and alone man
Make it so I won't have to try
The faces always stay the same
So I face the fact that I'm just fine
I said that I'm just fine

I remember, head down,
After you had found out
Manna is a hell of a drug
And I need a little more, I think
Because enough is never quite enough
What's enough?

I took it like a grown man crying on the pavement
Hoping you would show your face
But I haven't heard a thing you've said
In at least a couple hundred days
What'd you say?

I was in the front seat, shaking it out
And I was asking if you felt alright
I never want to hear the truth
I want to hear your voice, it sounded fine
My voice, it sounded fine

I could feel my heartbeat taking me down
And for the moment, I would sleep alright
I'm dealing with a selfish fear
To keep me up another restless night
Another restless night

And the only thing keeping me dry is

You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting
And I am finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving

Where I am
Where I am
Where I am

The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
And I am finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
Track Name: Chemical Aquarium
I'm wearing a blindfold, like where did the time go
I know you hear me out there, give me a sign though
I'ma follow you wherever your mind goes
Baby I'ma follow you wherever your mind goes
Take me away girl, somewhere they won't be
Hold you closely, look at me, don't speak
Will you follow me wherever my mind goes?
So will you follow me wherever my mind goes?

There's a universe inside us, all made of liquid.
It's a case of inner space, chemically dependent.
Through the veins to the brain, a whole solar system,
And I'm a jet-setting space cadet experimenting.
Yep, I vow to this, I'm an alchemist.
I mix emotion up with thoughts and the outcome's bliss.
Inhibition ain’t my boss, without a doubt take risks.
The price of progress with that cost? I'll dish out them chips
And chip at it like a sculptor carve out a wish.
I'm on a chemical romance and life is a trip
A slow dance with destiny, and her hands I grip.
She quick, but I chase; freeze, tag, I'm it.
I keep running like a fountain, so deep as a crater is wide, high as a mountain goat.
And I'm immune to this altitude, got a high tolerance for substance. How bout you?

I'm wearing a blindfold, like where did the time go
I know you hear me out there, give me a sign though
I'ma follow you wherever your mind goes
Baby I'ma follow you wherever your mind goes
Take me away girl, somewhere they won't be
Hold you closely, look at me, don't speak
Will you follow me wherever my mind goes?
So will you follow me wherever my mind goes?

They say its abuse; I call it a skill rapid a river run through me like a chemical spill, no harm.
When I'm induced I live at will, whoa, the mind-marsh mellows like some lucky charms.
Blast off from an armchair into space.
So fast, so high got a sprinter's face.
So vast, vanilla skies, I can smell and taste the chemicals in them depending on the prescription.
Self-medicated chemists mixing up some inventions,
Experimenting and tripping,
Entering new dimensions.
With my eyes wide shut, intuition and vision,
Side effects make you feel like you're flying and swimming all at the same time, man
I ain't lying, no fibbing.
Throughout all found a wisdom broken down like a prism.
I think I'm neighbors with the man on the moon.
Chemistry's like music and I am in tune.

I'm wearing a blindfold, like where did the time go
I know you hear me out there, give me a sign though
I'ma follow you wherever your mind goes
Baby I'ma follow you wherever your mind goes
Take me away girl, somewhere they won't be
Hold you closely, look at me, don't speak
Will you follow me wherever my mind goes?
So will you follow me wherever my mind goes?