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What Happens Next (prod. Nolan The Ninja)

from Portraits by Chris Orrick

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Every time I look in your eyes, I see your disguise
I read through the lines, 'cuz I know where the lies are
And you can try to deny, you know what's inside
There's nowhere to hide, 'cuz I know where the lies are


I see him almost every day of the week
Comes in for his gin, says what's up then he leaves
I know his face very well, I still don't know his name
But I know just what he's having so I guess it's all the same
Only one thing I ever gotta ask:
Is it pint, is it fifth, is it liter, is it half?
Grabs his bottle and his mixer too
Diet 7-UP with a little juice
Not much of a talker, but he's nice enough
We bullshit about the weather, the Lions, that type of stuff
Every so often he'll walk in late, smelling of booze
Eyes glazed like he's caught in a daze
Those are the days that make me hate my job
Try to remind myself it ain't my fault
Give him his bottle and he gives me his dollars
Alright then, I'll see you tomorrow

Every time I look in your eyes, I see your disguise
I read through the lines, 'cuz I know where the lies are
And you can try to deny, you know what's inside
There's nowhere to hide, 'cuz I know where the lies are

I heard he's almost thirty and still working for his Dad
'Cuz the music isn't working
He says he's got a record deal, label out of Tucson
But the story's kind of murky
Wanna believe him, it's just something weird
He hasn't been on tour in a couple years
And even so how'd he make it Europe
As somebody that nobody has heard of?
And shouldn't he be famous?
Not working on a truck for less than minimum wage?
He gets paid by the day, where's he get his money?
It was cool when he was younger, but he isn't twenty
I asked him how the music's going,
He said, "Fine," but he isn't one to brag though
He said, "How you think the music's going...
I'm still loading up a truck at Caramagno."

Every time I look in your eyes, I see your disguise
I read through the lines, 'cuz I know where the lies are
And you can try to deny, you know what's inside
There's nowhere to hide, 'cuz I know where the lies are

You can live for ten years the way that you want
Instead of seventy for someone else
But what happens next?

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from Portraits, released May 4, 2018

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Chris Orrick Detroit, Michigan

Chris Orrick is the patron saint of a poisoned world. The blue-collar MC writes spiteful chants for the permanently scarred, death letters for the forgotten, surly hymns for charcoal lungs. Think Bukowski on an eloquent bender, swapping wine for whiskey, a notepad for a glowing LED screen, the race track for the recording booth. These are anthems for the irate, over-educated and under-valued. ... more

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