Date 2023-04-14
Category Foreign Music Download, Lyrics, New Music
Billy Woods & Kenny Segal Maps
New York rapper billy woods has reunited with Los Angeles producer Kenny Segal for a new song titled “FaceTime.” It’s the first single from their upcoming collaborative album, Maps. The project is scheduled for release on May 5.
“I started writing this song at a festival in Tucson in 2023,” woods revealed in a press release. He added: “I was staying in this old classic Southwestern hotel in the center of town, and the festival was actually taking place inside and directly outside the hotel. I had been on the road for a long while at that point, and the song had been brewing inside me, but I got it written during the two days I was there. Then I finished it and recorded it at Kenny’s when I got to LA. Both of us know Sam and once I finished it I just knew his voice would be perfect. I also knew that with as much as he has been on the road over the years, Sam would be able to bring some personal experience to the collaboration”
The Sam that woods is referring to is Samuel T. Herring of Future Islands. Of working on the song, Herring said in the press release: “It was late summer 2022 and most days I was stuck in my hotel room wondering what was happening with my life. All of that being on the road and living remotely, feeling alienated, alone, missing people back home, but also feeling at home living that way—I understood it deeply…. That song is my life and I was living in it.” Herring previously featured on billy woods’ 2017 track “Illegal Tints” under the moniker, Hemlock Ernst. He also worked with Segal on the album, Back at the House, in 2019.
billy woods & Kenny Segal – FaceTime (ft. Samuel T. Herring) (prod. Kenny Segal)
12 April 2023
1 Song, 3 minutes
℗ 2023 Backwoodz Studioz, marketed and distributed by Fat Possum Records
[Verse 1: billy woods]
Ready to die, it’s no Biggie
No surprise, no pity
Lived a couple lives go ahead and slide, hope I take a couple with me
Made a couple dollars it got tricky quickly
What’chu expect?
Play stupid games you flyin’ easy jet
Bratislava, Utrecht
Something felt off before I even left
So when I saw the missed calls, I knew what was next
Didn’t have to open the text
Stupid prizes, couple’s therapy on Zoom
It’s a train wreck
My evil eye ward off hex though
FaceTime declined, I’m trying to live in the moment like death row
The sunset in the desert, red glow, redness in the west
I sip Mexico’s best slow, Mezcal Negroni
Sittin’ atop the corral smokin’, watching unbroken wild ponies
Run wild at sundown
Only the lonely big tree like a sundial
[Chorus: Samuel T. Herring]
Continental breakfast, stick and weave, tuck and roll
I can’t take you with me, but I be on your phone
You can take it out anytime you wanna know where I’ve been goin’
Nothin’ out in Texas feels like weeks on the road
Pissin’ Mississippi, stopped in New Mexico
I ain’t seen my folks
And strangely I feel right at home on my own
[Verse 2: billy woods]
Three hobos, one clarinet
Black rainbows, the night wept
The room smelled like Marrakesh
Dubstep drift in the window, I sit at the desk
It’s a party outside, some half, some overdressed
They was goin’ off during Playboi Carti set
Now they in the halls partyin’
Checkin’ they phones, bass shake the walls
I’m smokin’ alone in a cardigan
Thinkin’ of home
The cannabis single origin waffle cone
Went back down to the bar again wig blown
Afterparty packed like Parliament
Asscheeks and cheekbones, lips slightly parted
Butter wouldn’t melt, I gave em’ margarine
I’m lookin’ like the help or someone who just wandered in
The vibe is animal pelts
Chunky rings, clunky shoes, lots of ink
Dudes who order everybody’s drink
Really I’m just waiting for my phone to ping
I’m thinkin’ ’bout you when I’m supposed to be thinkin’ ’bout other things
I don’t go to sleep, I tread water ’til I sink
[Chorus: Samuel T. Herring]
Continental breakfast, stick and weave, tuck and roll
I can’t take you with me, but I be on your phone
You can take it out anytime you wanna know where I’ve been goin’
Nothin’ out in Texas feels like weeks from the road
Pissin’ Mississippi, stopped in New Mexico
I ain’t seen my folks
And strangely I feel right at home on my own
[Outro: Samuel T. Herring]
On my own
On my own
On my own