She drove to the club with her friends,
Looking all good, looking to mend things between us,
Parked a few blocks away,
Walked through the rain in high heels and all,
Got to the spot, line around the block
Now wait, “drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip”
Now wait some more, “drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip"
She finally gets to the door — Oops, sold out — She flips out,
"I know the band, I know the guy performing, he used to be my man,
Let me in real quick and I'll clear things up"
I was chillin’ on a dirty-ass couch doing soundcheck,
Not ready for the sound that came out next,
My name in French — “Oh no, could it be she didn't check her phone?
I left her a message and told her there were no more tickets, why the fuck is she here?
She must be pissed — Awh great, doors open at 8, now I gotta deal with this at 7:56,
Wait right here guys I'll be back”,
Walking up to her, almost had a heart attack,
She’s killing that dress, I guess she tryna get me back,
"Oh shit, did she come with a dude?
Is that the conversation I'm about to get in to?
I am nowhere near ready for this, and right before a show too,
What a fucking a bitch — Shit man!”
Walking all fast on the verge of panicking, she spots me,
I'm the surrounded by the crew on the couch
With a drink in my hand when she calls me — “Richard”
She tells me the bouncer let her in real quick,
And she needs me to confirm that her name’s on the list, but,
I just tell her that it's sold out, and how I left a message telling her not to show up,
But apparently her phone broke —
Now she thinks I'm lying ‘cause I want her to leave,
Her eyes start to tear up, it's hard to breathe,
She's losing it, gives me a hug and starts booking it
I walk back to the crew, confused as shit,
They were there when I left the message,
Like, "didn't she check it?”
“Yo don't even get me started man,
Let's just get the show started”
“When I say dead, ya’ll say Ringer,
Dead — Ringer, Dead — Ringer”
The set was alright,
Yeah, my boys killed it,
Me, I was tight, but, you might say,
My mind was not all quite there,
We've had fights but we've always fought fair,
“How dare she show up at a show like that?
Oh yeah?! Well I’ma about to hit right back!”
Call up a girl she might know like, "Hi,
I used to date [insert name], how's life?"
She’s crying as she runs by the bouncer,
Her friends try to stop her, but she winds up
A few a streets down where she breaks down looking for her car,
She wants to go home right now, fuck the bar,
Her friends calm her down, telling her, “He’s just a clown,
You don't need him anyway, let’s burn up the town", but no,
She's in no mood — finds the whip, drives quick,
Runs to her room, where it all boils over,
Holes in the wall, yes, holes in the wall,
Pictures on the floor, bunch of clothes in a ball,
When her sister hears a racket, walks upstairs, finds her,
Hacking up everything in sight — she screams, "What happened!?
I thought you were at Raw’s show tonight"
You could say that Bars & Tone is a Canadian alternative hip hop group with a folk rock/p-funk twist — but even a statement
as vague as that would pigeonhole this diverse trio.
The guys have been honing their craft, recording song after song while doubling as a production team for the artists on the collective. Each has their own sound so for Bars & Tone, versatility and openness is compulsory....more