“I Can’t Stop” by Nasty Millionaire, released 10/27/2007
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I wrote this song about a month after my dad passed away. This was one of the first songs I did as Nasty Millionaire where I decided to ditch the whole rapping thing and try to get back to singing again.
The intro vocal on this track is like a silly Jay-Z style confident announcement:
“Yeah, coming at you once again, with another history making track, you know how I dooooooooo….”
“Keep on laughing, until it’s too late / Because the dreams keep passing while you’re awake / And if you need a place to go / Then go take a walk alone…”
So yeah, that is kind of how I felt for a while. Like I was sleep-walking. I wasn’t a depressing person to be around. I was happy and going out and everything, but I just felt kind of lost.
“Cause now the dream’s collapsing / So hide your face / And would you please stop asking / If I’m OK… I’ll tell you how I feel / If I feel like it is real…”
Yes, I was getting sick of people asking me how I felt. I guess I just wanted to move on. Or I was sick of giving the same answer over and over again, of telling the same story. The “hide your face” lyric is a reference to Prefuse73 / El-P / ghostface “hide ya face”.
How do we ever know if what we are feeling is real? Either it is all real, all the time… or it is never real. Can you trust yourself and your feelings?
“Now the sound of one hundred songs / And now the smell of one hundred dogs / There is no right or wrong / There are only things you’ve done…”
The concept of “right” or “wrong” is completely arbitrary, based on culture, society, up bringing, history, etc… So really, nothing you’ve done is one or the other. Everything falls into two very general categories - “things you’ve done” or “things you have not done”. Stop judging other people, but most of all, stop judging yourself!
“And I can’t stop / You know I just can’t stop / It’s so messed up, but I can’t stop / From calling you on your cell phone / No I can’t stop…”
Those lyrics are not about me, but about something that my friend was going through at the time. But man, I sure can relate to that feeling - knowing you are doing the wrong thing, but despite that knowledge, not being able to stop yourself from doing it.
“Treating me this way / Well, it makes me misbehave / I wanna tell you a story about my life / I promise it will keep you awake all night…”
If people treat you badly, then you start acting badly. Telling a story about my life and staying up all night… that’s just a romantic idea.
GOOD NIGHT Y’ALL$$$$$$$$$$$$
