Letter to C64

Hey Chris, I'm writing with a lot on my mind
Thinking back on our past so I'm gonna rewind
From the very first track, I've always been impressed
So I knew all along we would be a success
It was kinda funny getting ready for the ride
And knowing that this genre was in for a surprise
Recalling all the Zero One beats you'd produced
Taking breaks from my code writing lyrics in my cube
Before we had an album or enough for a playlist
I was confident we would always end up being famous
Big fish small pond, that's how I phrased it
Telling anyone that'd listen you're the best around face it
Hey Chris, I'm still recording in my basement
Nerdcore is ours, I told you we would take it
Four albums later, we're building quite a legacy
No it wasn't painlessly, so thanks for having faith in me

Hey Chris, I'm writing with a lot on my mind
Thinking back on our past so I've gotta rewind
I still browse back into Penny Arcade
Remembering the day Gabe mentioned our names
It was such kickstart like putting in your quarters
Surprised when my inbox flooded with those orders
Then you came to visit so I took you down to Tobe
And played him a couple of your beats you had shown me
Thought you might leave me and head to the East coast
To sell your beats for more than you'll probably see me gross
Of course you're collected so you didn't get cocky
And I still haven't forgotten your beat Black Coffee
Possibly your best work remember how it's sounding
One day we'll make the song and put it on an album

Until then, see me still writing and recording

Giving interviews and rocking crowds while performing

Hey Chris, I'm writing with a lot on my mind
Thinking fast on this track so no need to rewind
On a ten-hour drive and my back's still sore
Next week another show, going back for more
Wish you could be here to hear all the compliments
People love the albums, the feedback is positive
Shaking hands, hanging out with who's who
You'll just have to watch the video on youtube
I'm just giving credit where that credit is due
Everything we've done, I'm giving credit to you
Hungry for it, even though there's nothing to prove
Running forward, believing that there's nothing to lose
Try to match your efforts with these words in my verse
Cause what I lack in talent I can make it up in work
Going strong every time I'm playing songs
Show the rest of the world what kind of level you're on



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Writer(s): Frank Martinjak
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