A Million Ways To Live

by Estevan Rodrigo

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Gary Campbell "A Million Ways To Live" opens with upbeat, late-afternoon, chill-out, sun-setting rap, where you can let your mind wander as the sky changes colors. From the earth-shaking deep pianos on "Money Makes A Good Man" to the irregular, inventive, evolving beat of "PWK" there's much to explore and be lost in here. The verses are mixed low and float, adding texture. And the backing vocal loop on "Like A Photograph" is simply divine, as are the unexplained animal coos throughout the instrumental closer.
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released November 19, 2016

All tracks written, produced, recorded, mixed, and performed by Estevan Rodrigo.

Andrew Jordan featured on trumpet on tracks 7 and 8.

Nate Woods featured on track 5.

Mastered by Jay Battle at The Battlefield.

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Estevan Rodrigo Seattle, Washington

Estevan Rodrigo is a rapper and producer from Seattle, WA. Combining clever wordplay with catchy hooks, his first full- length solo album, A Million Ways to Live, is packed with complex rhyme schemes and wry punch lines. Estevan manages to avoid the self-aggrandizement and narcissism that plagues many hip-hop artists while still levying a large dose of swag rapping over his chilled out beats. ... more

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Track Name: Get Through The Day
Life Is Good Though:


Verse 1:
While my prerogative’s to focus on the positive
That could be the hardest shit when life’s sucking like lozenges,
When being targeted, by cold, sadistic, heartless kids
Need to take that anger and hurt, learn how to harness it
Drive it towards accomplishment, soak in the admonishment
And while it defies common sense know kindness is disarmament
Plus there’s always karma bitch so kill ‘em all with compliments
Just visualize your dream and put in work and you’ll accomplish it.
The broken promises result in growth in competence
If you avoid the pompousness then life gives what you want from it
But know the object is so much more than your own prominence
You need to find your faith in your self, then you’ll find providence
Obvious synopsis of the path to finding consciousness
Ignore all the opulence, just remain autonomous
Prioritize your godliness and put it over gaudiness
And when your feeling rotten just know, my love is bottomless
(bottomless x4 fading out)



Chorus 1:

When you feeling like life is out to get you, and
No one’s there to help you, just
Know I’ll help you get through today
I’ll help you get through the day.
[x2]



Verse 2:

I had the type of day that made me wish I wasn’t born
I spilled a cup of coffee all over my motherboard
Now there’s no coffee so I can’t enjoy my butterhorn, and
Plus its 2020 and I still don’t own a hoverboard
I wanna snuggle more and have to deal with people less
Cuz’ half the city’s angry and the other halves depressed
I wanna stand for good until there’s no more evil left, but
Hatred is exhausting man and right now I just need to rest
I need a sec’ so I could redirect my energy
Cuz; as of now this anger’s ‘bout to get the best of me
And things won’t end well if i stay on this trajectory, so
Here’s a quick reminder that you’ll get what you expect from me
That’s true especially at times when life is difficult, when
You give all your love and find the feelings not reciprocal
I sit and chill with you, conversate and bullshit with you, and
Anything I have that you need, I’ll always give to you (give to you x3)



Chorus 2:

When you feeling like life is out to get you, and
No one’s there to help you, just
Know I’ll help you get through today
I’ll help you get through the day.
{x3]


Outro:
If you going through hell, then keep on going (going)
Then keep on going (going), then keep on going like
Track Name: Good Time Express
Verse 1:
Moon walking through June talking ‘bout lost days
Celtic tunes knocking out boomboxes from scotch tapes
Harpoons sharpened, balloons poppin’ on hot plates
Silver spoons soften far too often for god’s sake
The booze washin’ to pool bottoms from dropped kegs
Swollen loons sqwuakin’ like two robins on raw eggs
While smooth bottoms, perfumed often talk lost weight
Thoughts of too awesome, spitoon ballin’ apostates
Exhumed coffins, consumed toxins, they half lives
She gon’ be the one to throw that stone right through your glass eye
She gon’ be that one to make you wish that you was baptized
And she gon’ be the only one that’s with you when you flat-line
Cartoon drawings, of doom falling, from black skies
She gon’ be the one that get you telling all them black lies
She gon’ be the one that leave you feelin’ like you chastised
And she gon’ be the one that fills you up until you capsize

Break:
Feel the puncture point, warmth emanating from the...
Feel the puncture point, warmth emanating from the...
Feel the puncture point, warmth emanating from the...
Sold my soul and it was worth every penny of it (x2)

Chorus:
Now he’s riding on the Good Time Express
But he tells himself its just for one stop (one stop, but they)
But they don’t tell you when you first get on board
That the truth is you could never get off
Now she’s riding on the Good Time Express
But she tells herself its just for one stop (one stop, but they)
But they don’t tell you when you first get on board
That the truth is you could never get off (no stops baby)

Verse 2:
Slow breathing, there’s no speaking unsaid words
That won’t leave if we don’t tweet ‘em like dead birds
The whole seasons been nose bleedin’ and red curbs
Below freezing, with no eating like French girls
I’m so deep in this broke dreamin’, my head’s curled
‘Tween both knees seeing smoke screens and next worlds
Whole scenes full of dope fiends in they best pearls
With low ceilings and flo’s peeling up west ward
Ghosts feeling their pulse beating the last time
She gon’ be that one that got you ballin’ on that back nine
She gon’ be your favorite then your one and only past time
And she gon’ be the only one thats with you when you flatline
There’s no healing from soul stealing, or cracked spines
She gon’ leave you lookin like you sucking on a glass lime
She gon’ leave looking like you 30 years plus past prime
And she gon’ leave you looking through your cushions for your last dime



Break
Feel the puncture point, warmth emanating from the...
Feel the puncture point, warmth emanating from the...
Feel the puncture point, warmth emanating from the...
Sold my soul and it was worth every penny of it (x2)

Chorus:
Now he’s riding on the Good Time Express
But he tells himself its just for one stop (one stop, but they)
But they don’t tell you when you first get on board
That the truth is you could never get off
Now she’s riding on the Good Time Express
But she tells herself its just for one stop (one stop, but they)
But they don’t tell you when you first get on board
That the truth is you could never get off (no stops baby) (x2)
Track Name: Time Flies (Cheeseburgers)
VERSE 1
I was walkin down Broadway, when I caught a whiff
Saw 2 gentlemen with long hair, smoking on come piff
So I said ay (ay ay) and asked can I get a rip,
They replied, yes of course, marijuana is a gift, from the
Lord so, blaze it, this is how we praise him
We pray every day and, Life is so amazin’
Hey man (hey man) - coughed out a thank you
I got some dank too, some bubbleberry stank goo, so
Thank you, but please let me ,repay the kindness
Roll king size joints up so they call me your highness
Irises dilating, mind is just hibernating
I'm just in line and waiting, trying to get some fries with
Two cheese and a chocolate shake (huh)
Good eats not a lot to pay (huh)
Hella high not a lot to say except

CHORUS:
I'll take two cheeseburgers and an order of fries,
Lit the blunt up at 4:20 now it's quarter to five, it's
It's kinda crazy how time time flies, it's
It's kinda crazy how time time flies
(x2)

VERSE #2:
I was chillin in the park with a plastic cup,
Fulla champagne I couldn't drink fast enough
Broke the weed down then wrapped it up
Got it lit, took a hit, and then passed the blunt, so now
Toke, smoke it, take a hit and hold it
[pause] hold it.... 'til your
Floatin, on a cloud in the blue sky
Smoking on that Bombay, Seattle to Mumbai
Soon I'm, too high, to go out in public
I'm too high for clubbin', I'm just right for grubbin'
Let's go, get a bag a burgers we could murder, put a
Fucking squirt of ketchup on the top, and it's perfect, but we
At the spot 5 blocks away (huh)
Guess we going on a walk today (huh)
Finally get there all I got to say is just

CHORUS:
I'll take two cheeseburgers and an order of fries,
Lit the blunt up at 4:20 now it's quarter to five, it's
It's kinda crazy how time time flies, it's
It's kinda crazy how time time flies
(x2)
Track Name: Money Makes A Good Man
Verse 1:
I’m trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
But I came up short and still gotta pay rent, So
What’s my next move? Livin’ in a tent? Or a
Four door sedan with no bumper and a couple dents
A rusted fence, is the only chain I’m seeing
I’m not skinny trying to look European
I’m straight hungry, trying to find my next meal
The struggles real, I don’t even own a pot to pee in
And I’m not being, lazy just down on my luck
All I need is a sofa and a couple bucks
And I don’t care if they ones and they come crumpled up
Pockets low on volume and, I need to pump ‘em up

Chorus:
I’m not laughing, I was born with a funny face
My only friends my shadow but he’s only out on sunny days
This money makes a good man do bad things
This money makes a man, go - bad
I’m not laughing, I was born with a funny face
My only friends my shadow but he’s only out on sunny days
This money makes a good man do bad things
This money makes a man, go -

Verse 2:
A dollar short and a day late, my pay rate
Stag-nates while the stock brokers day trade
They betting on the fact I’ll never get a pay raise
They’re wagering that you living for your pay day
I stay late, and come early, on my grindstone
But still gotta call my girl up for a ride home
My Pops said I should just suck it up ‘cuz that’s life
It might be how its been, but that don’t’ make it right
They pay me like, I ain’t need to save nothing
Minimum wage, and a free egg muffin
A cup of coffee just to keep them legs pumpin’
But if I keep on getting fucked well then I’m ‘bout to break something

Chorus:
I’m not laughing, I was born with a funny face
My only friends my shadow but he’s only out on sunny days
This money makes a good man do bad things
This money makes a man, go - bad
I’m not laughing, I was born with a funny face
My only friends my shadow but he’s only out on sunny days
This money makes a good man do bad things
This money makes a man, go - bad


Verse 3:
Try to think a ways that I could make more dough
But its harder to come up when you starting off poor, so
What’s my next move, going back to school, or
Robbing old women for their cash and their jewels, but
That ain’t cool and well plus I’d never do it
Putting money over morals just stupid
But that’s my brain talking, stomach saying’ ‘screw it’,
What’s the point in having money if you ain’t ever gon’ use it
‘Bout to lose it, Lord I feel like giving up
Swallowed my pride, but that shit didn’t fill me up
Not living up, to my own expectations, at this point
Thought I’d be making up-wards of a million bucks

Chorus:
I’m not laughing, I was born with a funny face
My only friends my shadow but he’s only out on sunny days
This money makes a good man do bad things
This money makes a man, go - bad
I’m not laughing, I was born with a funny face
My only friends my shadow but he’s only out on sunny days
This money makes a good man do bad things
This money makes a man, go - bad
Track Name: PWK
Chorus 1:
I got my phone, wallet, and keys, I, I got what I need, I’m
I’m ready to leave, I’m I’m ready to leave
I got my phone, phone, wallet, and keys, I, I got what I need, I’m
I’m ready to leave, I’m I’m ready to leave

Chorus 2:
I got my phone, check, wallet, check, keys, check, Go
I got my phone, check, wallet, check, keys, check, Go
I got my phone, check, wallet, check, keys, check, Go
I got my phone, check, wallet, check, keys, check, Go

Verse 1:
I got my phone and my wallet, but I left my keys at home,
So now I’m all alone, sitting on these steps of stone, tryna ta
Figure out, how I could get inside
Cuz’ it’s a six story building and I live on 5, AND
I can’t fly and there’s nothing to climb
Like a patio or drain pipe I could use like a vine, SO
Should I roll something and get high and wait
- Or just head out to the bars ‘cuz its kind late, AND
I don’t know when my landlord’ll get back,
And I’m the type of dude that adapts to a set back, SO
Off I go, to the watering hole, where it’s
Nice and dark and no charlatans go, Gotta
Call from my friend who was already there, he said
To hurry the fuck up ‘cuz he just bought me a beer, So
Where I’m gon’ sleep may not really be clear,
But after 20 Rainiers, man, I don’t think I’ll care, Long as….


Chorus 1:
I got my phone, wallet, and keys, I, I got what I need, I’m
I’m ready to leave, I’m I’m ready to leave
I got my phone, phone, wallet, and keys, I, I got what I need, I’m
I’m ready to leave, I’m I’m ready to leave

Chorus 2:
I got my phone, check, wallet, check, keys, check, Go
I got my phone, check, wallet, check, keys, check, Go
I got my phone, check, wallet, check, keys, check, Go
I got my phone, check, wallet, check, keys, check, Go

I got my phone and my keys, but I left my wallet at work
I guess that’s what I deserve, for shopping online for shirts, instead a
-Doing what I’m paid to do
But that shit is hella boring and I hate it dude, So
Here I am with no cash in hand, gotta
Date at eight, but got no game plan, guess I’ll
Head back home, try to scrounge for change, and just
Pray the girl’s a smoker, I got pounds for days, digging
Through my pockets found like 13 bucks,
Just enough to buy some chicken and two bottles of chuck, text her
-Ask her if she’ll let me cook tonight
She said depends on what you cookin’ and if you cookin’ it right, I am
Fried chicken, rice, salad, cheap vino, got it
Cook-cookin, smelling good up in the kitchen, chronic
Butter, drizzled, on the top make it extra rich
No money still grubbin’ with a sexy bitch




Chorus 1:
I got my phone, wallet, and keys, I, I got what I need, I’m
I’m ready to leave, I’m I’m ready to leave
I got my phone, phone, wallet, and keys, I, I got what I need, I’m
I’m ready to leave, I’m I’m ready to leave

Chorus 2:
I got my phone, check, wallet, check, keys, check, Go
I got my phone, check, wallet, check, keys, check, Go
I got my phone, check, wallet, check, keys, check, Go
I got my phone, check, wallet, check, keys, check, Go


I got my wallet and my keys but I’ve mis-placed my phone
Guess that’s what one should expect, getting shit faced alone, I was
Taking pulls to my own damn health, sippin’
Irony, while the ice cubes melt, woke up
In the hallway right outside of my door
Apologies to my neighbors if I started to snore, got up
Hella slow, then I headed inside, grabbed a
Pedialyte, It’s my medicine time, guzzle
Popped an aspirin then I showered and shaved
Last thing I remember we were out at a rave, rolling
At a warehouse underneath of some bridge
And I’m sure I had my phone then, cuz’ I was sneaking some pics, of
All the kiddies in their pretty lil outfits
Phone was on low battery, was looking for outlet
Couldn’t find one so I took my phone and dropped it
Right into my front left pocket (got it)




Chorus 1:
I got my phone, phone, wallet, and keys, I, I got what I need, I’m
I’m ready to leave, I’m I’m ready to leave
I got my phone, wallet, and keys, I, I got what I need, I’m
I’m ready to leave, I’m I’m ready to leave

Chorus 2:
I got my phone, check, wallet, check, keys, check, Go
I got my phone, check, wallet, check, keys, check, Go
I got my phone, check, wallet, check, keys, check, Go
I got my phone, check, wallet, check, keys, check, Go
Track Name: A Million Ways to Live
Verse 1:

I used to rock the jammies with the footies
Way before the days a chocolate milk and black hoodies
Way before the days a green butter in my goodies, and
Way before the days a waking up with a woody (woooo)
I used to bomb on cereal for breakfast
Eating Wheaties by the bowlful ‘cuz I just wanted to be a winner
- In my Champion sweatpants
With my Reebok high tops, and Seahawks headband, God
Damn - I had them action figures, like that
Sword throwing He-Man with the action trigger
- Back before I stacked my figures, Oh
Wait that has happened yet, shit, that hasn’t happened yet
I used to find the beauty in the simple things
Way before the days of licking acid tabs and nipple rings
- You know when life was simplistic
Back before I had bills and my only job was to kick it like....

Chorus:
Oh, Oh Oh-oh - Oh
Oh, Oh Oh-oh, oh
Oh Lord, I wish I was a kid again

Verse 2:

I used to read the Jungle Book like nightly,
Dreaming I was Mogley while I held my blankets tightly
Dreaming I was G.I. Joe and Cobra tried to fight me, and
Dreaming I was special and there was no one else like me
I used to get excited over Skittles
Back when I was little used to make me ride up in the middle
- Of that wide ass back seat
In that station wagon, back before girls flashed me, God
Damn, first time I saw titties
I was like ‘what are those’, didn’t know what hit me
- But it was so Rice Krispy, it was
Like if Jesus, asked to roll dice with me, what a
Treat man - used to be a butterball
Smoked my first cigarette listening to Wonderwall
- You know when life was simplistic
Back before I had bills and my only job was to kick it, like


Chorus:
Oh, Oh Oh-oh - Oh
Oh, Oh Oh-oh, oh
Oh Lord, I wish I was a kid again
Track Name: Like A Photograph
Verse 1:
It could be anyone and, it could be anyplace
When we locked eyes I knew that angels came in many shapes
‘Cuz I was broke as hell, but felt rich anyway
Her very presence left me short on words like Hemingway
She took my breath away, baby shoes, never worn
She made me feel like I had never lost, and never mourned
She made me feel like I was always loved, never scorned
Told me to get back on my grind, the worlds my pepper corn
And I did the best that I could, to BEcome well adjusted
To for-give all the snakes, I should a never trusted
To forget all the times, when my tem-per erupted
To look myself in the mirror, without fee-ling disgusted
‘Cuz I’ve discussed it plenty, ready to move on finally
I’m looking future forward, won’t let the past define me
‘Cuz I’m a better person,than I was yesterday
Still in this present day I’lll never leave my past behind me


Chorus:
Dada dada da da da da dada da


Verse 2:

Didn’t believe in angels, but I sure had my demons
I guess I never made it through the final stage of grieving
Not talking fake bereavement, but total crushing loss
Can’t brush it off when you find out your soulmate is leaving
Said it was nature’s reason, you know them natural causes
But that don’t make it better, twist the cap and pass the vodka
I’ve hit the point where now I, can’t take it any longer
_ I need to reach a metamorphosis like Franz Kafka
Land on the dark side of the, moon and then wait for orbit
They said the future’s brighter if you don’t mind waiting for it.
I don’t mind waiting for it, I got the patience for it
And if I didn’t my children would fucking hate me for it
A man a faith look forward, the past forgotten ghosts
I tied up all my loose ends but then I dropped the rope
Put final words on paper but then crossed out the note
And now I can’t stop laughing even though I never got the joke

Chorus:
Dada dada da da da da dada da


Verse 3:
I saw my angel’s halo, it was a shade of purple
That she breathed out through her lips into a perfect circle
I french inhaled it deeply, and held it ‘til I couldn’t
Like feeling breathless ‘though my doctor says I really shouldn’t
Keep fucking with my breathing, ‘cuz accidents can happen
And I don’t wanna die yet I just wanna live with passion
So while my first reaction, might be to rest in peace
I close my eyes and breathe and focus on my memories


Chorus:
Dada dada da da da da dada da