NEW TRICKS: ART, AESTHETICS, AND MONEY - Kilo Kish, Vince Staples

Can’t teach new tricks

To an old dog

Riding round the strip

In an old car

Teach new tricks

To an old dog

Never wear the leash

Of the old guard

Been around the block

Bet you missed her

Never sit and stay

For a picture

Never wagged a tail

Would have bit ya

Look at how they lap

And they lick ya

Congeniality is a basis

For content

Peddling narcissism

Wrapped in self love

And progress

You want it

I got it

This soul is

A bargain

Americas the land

Of pretty people

And monsters

Disneyland spinoff

Of privilege and products

Compete with our drama

Clawed out from the bucket

Pretenders as artists

Selling scoundrels and follies

A link, a platinum leash

Affixed to my wallet

My hand, my stone laced hand

Affixed to my pocket

My heart, my ice cold box

Remiss of her conduct

A row of gold dipped caps

Affixed to my gum line

Can’t teach new tricks

To an old dog

Riding round the strip

In an old car

Teach new tricks

To an old dog

Never wear the leash

Of the old guard

Been around the block

Bet you missed her

Never sit and stay

For a picture

Never wagged a tail

Would have bit ya

Look at how they lap

And they lick ya

Pull me along

Man, you’re yanking my collar

Can’t dance for your dollar again

Yeah

What’s the new kick

What’s the new gig

What’s the new schtick

Who’s the new flesh

To sink our teeth in

Oh then we drink

Their youthful spring and

Run them dry

Count checks

Keep it moving

My life condensed

To targets

Audiences and their pockets

When redwoods fall

Seem all and all

We’re left with

Noise and sawdust

Individuality

Unique as a Walmart

Exercising thought process

Complete as a donut

Look at that over there

Audacity totems

They claim who make the grade

No, you meet the quota

Can’t teach new tricks

To an old dog

Riding round the strip

In an old car

Teach new tricks

To an old dog

Never wear the leash

Of the old guard

Been around the block

Bet you missed her

Never sit and stay

For a picture

Never wagged a tail

Would have bit ya

Look at how they lap

And they lick ya

Pull me along (pull me along)

Man, you’re yanking my collar (on my collar)

Can’t dance for your dollar again

Yeah

How can I waste my time?

Love, you can have it

Take my place in line

I’m sitting pretty

Dipped in raw sunshine

Been known to shake

A cage or two at times

How can I waste my time?

The ceiling is vaulted

And your glass reprimed

Pulled linen curtains

From across my eyes?

Life is too long

To be so pacified