[Intro, spoken: Jared]
Yes, this is Pittsburgh Hearts
It's your man Jared. Thank you for picking it up
I hope you enjoy it
I'm not gonna bullsh** you though its gonna be funky
[Verse, rap: Jackson]
Transcendentalist, weekend vagrants
Arms stretched across storefront pavement
Rattling incense, packaging insight
Acting indigent, actually last night
You ate gourmet four star eateries
Stop bullsh**ting, you're not misleading me
Loosely holding a change cup
Expecting me to bequeath you my coin collection
I don't finance d** or camping trips
Or counter culture propaganda man*scripts
That you scribble while visiting higher planes
They read like energy bar ad campaigns
I'm a runner not a power lifter
Every summer I pour the blood of wayward drifters
Selling me their favorite jam band bootlegs
Nowadays you get a kick in the s** eggs
[Chorus, rap: Jackson and Jared]
I'm in. I'm In. We're into this
Nothing but us and a burnt instrumental disc
Bare essentialist, the duo's adventurous
Miserable a**holes are not into us
Truck-stop living, hot like sweating, life-affirming
Every night, bloodletting
Figuratively, we are dropping the deuce
[Verse, rap: Jackson]
Slain dragons, freshly bled, soak the earth
Re-flesh the bones of all the dead scientists
That yielded worthy purposes
Lives cut short inside the hot furnaces
Such occurrences garner no press
Purity, k**-joys
Furious conquests
In the event that my feathers are ruffled
I implement every getaway muscle
A scuffle's avoided whenever its possible
Sensible shoes keep me out of the hospital
Cause I'm not in to blood loss
I donated plasma and picked up a laptop
Binary digits that make up the system
Are all that it knows, and that's not realism
To show my computer just what's been missing
We went out for rotisserie chicken
[Chorus]