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Cement, Sand​/​The Bag

by Kahiem Rivera

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1.
Cement, Sand 04:23
We could get it poppin' on a Sunday Like it's summertime We could make a locket with our faces We could make a shrine We could take a trip in the whip Floor the pedal Feel like, feel like this is it This is it I'm in heaven We could get it poppin' on a Sunday Like it's summertime We could make a locket with our faces We could make a shrine We could take a trip in the whip Floor the pedal Feel like, feel like this is it This is it I'm in heaven We could Where does the love go When you're gone? If everyone has a choice Maybe I made the wrong one Never thought that I'd do this Who this? Judas I don't really care about the uses Truth is, never really stopped being stupid Move it Got a little pot? I could use it Do it Ain't that hot but it's humid Sweat in my eyes I don't have enough fluid Cool it This is all confusing Guess I'm in the doghouse Guess I'm only human Guess I dream fluid Guess I fucked up Guess it's all one in the same We all fucked Gotta stop running that game It's all luck Gotta stop running from pain It caught up Caught up Turned out it was all or nothing Got flipped upside down I'm in a dungeon We just kids making the rounds We at the function We used to kiss in this town And that was something We could get it poppin' We could, we could get it Summertime We could get it poppin' We could, we could get it Summertime We could take a trip We could, we could floor the pedal Feel like, feel like this is it This is it I'm in heaven bitch We could get it poppin' We could, we could get it Summertime We could get it poppin' We could, we could get it Summertime We could take a trip We could, we could floor the pedal Feel like, feel like this is it This is it I'm in heaven bitch Everywhere I go Feels like before Every place I stay Like yesterday Every place I leave Feels like a dream Everything I say They nod and say okay Okay This ain't the side show I'm leaving through the side door I'm going home Don't you dare knock up on my door I know I did wrong But Lawd it felt right I thought I'd grow up and live up to all my self hype Where does the love go When you're gone If everyone has a choice Maybe I made the wrong one We could get it poppin' We could, we could get it Summertime We could get it poppin' We could, we could get it Summertime We could take a trip We could, we could floor the pedal Feel like, feel like this is it This is it I'm in heaven bitch We could get it poppin' We could, we could get it Summertime We could get it poppin' We could, we could get it Summertime We could take a trip We could, we could floor the pedal Feel like, feel like this is it This is it I'm in heaven bitch
2.
The Bag 03:30
Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I got the bag Got the reserves She tryna bag She tryna flirt Baby got back She know she work She be the baddest Make all of these niggas in here go berserk Shorty so fine, small batch Funky natural wine In a glass Got me reading the signs It's a match Got me runnin' the bases when it's a catch Got me making them faces while listening Got me up to the morning no Ritalin Like a couple of children, we gigglin' Got me up on the roof and I'm fiddlin' Fingers restless Playing with my drink Feeling reckless Shorty, what you think This is blessed Baby it's a dream This that next shit Maybe this the scene I been cooped up, wit my thoughts Gotten bloody, bruised up, on the sauce Gave myself a crew cut Feeling clean Dug in the stash and I found some things I got the bag Got the reserves She tryna bag She tryna flirt Baby got back She know she work She be the baddest Make all of these niggas in here go berserk Wish I was Half blind, Fetty Wap So fine, call the cops Overwhelmed by the fit Ring the bells, this is it Got these niggas playing games Got these niggas dropping names She told me nigga switch ya lane In that Chevy Impala, no tame Got her hand on my thigh and it's creeping up Tail lights in my eyes and I'm heating up Uber driver look like he done seen enough Apologize at the end like, we being dumb Upstairs got the old Kindle Cut a couple lines spit a couple riddles Tell a couple lies, only white ones But she know when I'm frontin' and likes um I got the bag Got the reserves She tryna bag She tryna flirt Baby got back She know she work She be the baddest Make all of these niggas in here go berserk I got the bag Got the reserves She tryna bag She tryna flirt Baby got back She know she work She be the baddest Make all of these niggas in here go berserk Live fast never die Making these moves on the fly Telling the truth with my eyes Making due with the newest surprise From the moment I saw you my neck broke Make it rain on your name till I'm dead broke Ain't no ball or no chain Ain't no death stroke Got me calling your name through a choked throat Got me holding you tight till morning Like I thought that I gave you the warning Like I don't want nothin that's feeling too serious All of the sudden I'm feeling delirious All of the sudden I'm cutting up something on flesh Okay you all know the rest Roll up the Benjamin, doing a line off the chest Baby you know you the best Yes I got the bag Got the reserves She tryna bag She tryna flirt Baby got back She know she work She be the baddest Make all of these niggas in here go berserk I got the bag Got the reserves She tryna bag She tryna flirt Baby got back She know she work She be the baddest Make all of these niggas in here go berserk

about

After a year of quarantine, isolation, protest, and a lot of work, Kahiem Rivera is finally ready to release new music again. Funded by a grant awarded by Joyful Noise Records’ new “Church of Noise” program, “Cement, Sand/The Bag” is a double single that will be released digitally and physically via a limited 7” vinyl pressing. These songs (and many others soon to come) spawned from a series of remote collaborations created during the spring/summer of 2020. Expanding on the process that brought his debut album “Bummer Boy” to life, Kahiem sought to create music that felt more live and communal, during a time in which such things were impossible. On these tracks, collaborators shared different live musical elements over email and Kahiem sifted through them to create something that felt cohesive and adventurous. The first track “Cement, Sand” features layers of saxophone, synth and piano from Grant Zubritsky and K. Marie Kim, married musical geniuses who have played with the likes of Dua Lipa, Nick Murphy, and Mitski (to name a few). It also features beautiful, almost operatic vocals from Hollye Bynum, head of post punk Brooklyn band Razor Braids. It’s a soaring journey of a track detailing all the different inner monologues that happen while meeting up with an ex. “The Bag”, on the other hand, is a druggy/laid back trap anthem (with more layers of sax) about finding love with a stranger through late night debauchery. They’re two sides of the same coin...that coin being Pre-COVID tales of meeting lovers outside of your pod.

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released February 5, 2021

Written and Arranged by Kahiem Rivera
Mixed and Mastered by Eddie Jowels
Art and Design by Hannah Hillier

Special thanks to the Church of Noise for funding the limited edition 7" vinyl pressing.

More special thanks to Hollye Nybum, Grant Zubritsky, Nick Guy & Roarke Menzies for elevating these tracks to new heights. Love y'all.

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