Secondhand Smoke (IG88 Remix)

by Goldini Bagwell

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In May, Goldini Bagwell released his latest project – a free EP by the name of Secondhand Smoke (available here). Seattle-based producer IG88 remixed the album’s title track which resulted in a stunningly unique and beautiful new song. While the original track featured an active backdrop of futuristic paranoia (courtesy of Pmpee Beats, who produced the entire album), the sparsely melodic remix places more focus on Goldini’s impressive cadences and wordplay. But that isn’t to say that he overshadows the beat; IG88′s jazz/trap hybrid truly shines through while building up and breaking down in all the right places. Rarely does a remix breathe so much new life into a track.



Verse 1 -

Cleaning out my ash tray
trying to get my karma right
lost inside every pull cause
when my lungs are full
I am a walking homicide
Gas face once the bath waters dry cause shit I swim a bunch
They call this style of spit
ya chicks finger tips
on the fly, now, zip em up.

this is gold bar cinema uncensored love
with the scent of a woman I call indica
remember us as the center of attention
dripped in the same linens as the emperor
Id been giving blood sweat electricity
now tip my cup before you enter the vicinity
I'm in control here
conduct a sin city symphony
now who goes there kinfolk this smoke may memento ya memory
on the road to nowhere
destination infinity
the golden child is not all broken smiles and misery
what goes up must come down so I keep a smoke cloud of sticky green

(Just to blow it out).

DInner at the waldorf
jameson sidecar
change is what I'm all for but old habits die hard
and my god mine are immortal by far so I'm on my keep it cordial
so when I get ticked off do excuse the time bomb
my fuse used to be quite long till I ran out of paper to write on
so if you didn't catch my angle on chain-smoke
thats what i do when I write songs
I got nothing to lose but the time I could of used to lose myself
can't chill to loosen up my belt I gotta move
Im feeling most improved playa.


TIme can only tell
what the secondhand won't
so I got em walking thru clouds
of secondhand smoke
(i blow it out)

Verse 2 -

TIme can only tell
what the secondhand won't
so I got em walking thru clouds
of secondhand smoke
(i blow it out).

Dont get caught in it
You can die from a cough in it
Feel the threat cause you don't know the effect thats causing it
Cannabis or carcinogenic
cosmetic or augmented
the clause said it your not winning
you commented now come wit it

Im manifested in gods vision
thats depressing for whoever god isn't
I'm blowing off steam not venting
if you know me then you know I'm not kidding
Ive saw visions of cold cash and hot women in a land where you can run free
But I'm trying to stay in one piece so I keep the bong ripping

(Just to blow it out)


I want more
so I brought 10 feet to place between me and the front door
so if you got something to speak then come forth
I'll be the light at the end of the street that all the freaks run towards
(yeah shining)
On the concourse trying to transform this ford contour into the comfort of a concord jet flying
sitting coach, Rex Ryan
with a strategy for smashing teams by ignoring gravity
just to see if we can defy it
on auto pilot like…


TIme can only tell
what the secondhand won't
so I got em walking thru clouds
of secondhand smoke
(i blow it out)

x 2


released September 10, 2013
Lyrics: Goldini Bagwell

Music: IG88



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Goldini Bagwell Portland, Oregon

Goldini Bagwell is an international man of mystery but he might share some secrets if you are polite enough to put his Angels Bathwater™ on your tab. It’s been just over a year since the release of his debut album, Chainsmoke; an introduction that resonated with audiences all over the map. ... more

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