1/30/20

Right Now

This track is an aggressive anthem of self-confidence and hustle, where Madd Hatter takes shots at cynics while declaring his drive to go "harder". It’s a multi-layered lyrical showcase, describing ambition as a three-part feature and defining a personal sense of peace and relief.

Lyrics:
[Hook]
I view my nights as a metaphor for chance
Two hands in the air as you hit the floor to dance
When you saw me, told ya shit was gonna get advanced
Right now, right now
View my nights as a metaphor for chance
Two hands in the air as you hit the floor to dance
When you saw me, told ya shit was gonna get advanced
Right now, right now

[Verse 1]
This my single, so the shit suits me perfect
Like the way she love to work it when I'm deep beneath the surface
Never gets under my skin like a parasitic cynic
Nah, I'm in it to win it and take a shit on your picnic
Got hit the clinic
I'm Dr. M-A-double-D
Some believe I'm making headway for companies
But I'm a man who can never get enough of peace
I need relief
I'm the H-A-double-T-E-R, sweetheart
I love the way you make me wait for ya like a theme park
Hate when I depart
Wish the night could restart
My life feels like a movie, girl
Tonight you got a key part
Second act in this three-parter
Take this feature farther
Effortless emphasis
Yeah, I don't need a marker
Spin a couple tracks on the web, Peter Parker
Fuck The Carter
I'm going harder
All in

[Hook]
I view my nights as a metaphor for chance
Two hands in the air as you hit the floor to dance
When you saw me, told ya shit was gonna get advanced
Right now, right now
View my nights as a metaphor for chance
Two hands in the air as you hit the floor to dance
When you saw me, told ya shit was gonna get advanced
Right now, right now

[Verse 2]
Blunts stacked in a bakers dozen
In this gathering, there's no passing
We all puffing while we rapping
And this paper becomes fractions
Secret stashes turn to ashes
Sip some Jack while pouring Captain
'Til I'm passed the fuck out
5 to 9 and then I punch out
And I saw hearts emanating from your eyes
Such a clever disguise for what your body had in mind
I love the way you love me when I'm deep between your thighs
Work it, work it
Not to my amazement, you're praisin' it
I'm raisin' shit you once called the bar to the status of a night club
VIP, if you ain't on the list then you gon' need ID
I be on the scene
Jumpin' off the stage in a rage 'gainst the machine, basking
And it seems every time I breathe, somebody's asking
How somebody like me could possibly get into rapping
Stacked with the simple task of dappin' strangers
Rapid masturbators, I'm too focused
On the green like Nader
Supplying the industry my tools like Grainger
Laughin' like Simba in the face of danger

[Hook]
I view my nights as a metaphor for chance
Two hands in the air as you hit the floor to dance
When you saw me, told ya shit was gonna get advanced
Right now, right now
View my nights as a metaphor for chance
Two hands in the air as you hit the floor to dance
When you saw me, told ya shit was gonna get advanced
Right now, right now

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