When was the song “Paraphrase” released by Baba Brinkman?

The song Paraphrase was released in 2009, on the album “Apocalyptic Utopian Dreams in the Western Wilderness”.

Paraphrase

Women love me; I like to party
I’m makin’ money come just by talking
And you can’t stop me if you’ve got a problem
With my carefree ways
Women want me, not just my body
I live it up ‘cause I came from nothing
And you can’t stop me, not with an army
That’s my paraphrase

So why you wanna hate on me huh?
Cause I occasionally play a little make believe?
So? You can’t take leaps patiently
You’ve gotta fake it ‘til you make to the place to be
You wanna learn how to dance by watching
From the sidelines all night long? Not a chance
Balls to the wall with a lot of incompetence
Involved is just common sense
So come on, little mouse, dive in!
Struggle ‘til the cream that you've been strivin’
To churn into butter with your butterfly swim
Turns into something you can thrive in
I’ve been entrepreneurial
Long enough to know what every broke musician
In Vancouver knows: sometimes it helps
To be self-delusional, ‘cause you can go…

So what are you fakin’ huh? Oooh
Let me guess, when you’re makin’ love is it
Somebody else’s face that you’re thinkin’ of?
Or, wait, are you finances safe enough?
Did you buy a better car on your credit card
Instead of stickin’ that little bit extra in a jar?
Just to show the critics that, yes, you’re livin’ large
With the recession and all; just cover it up
With a bit less for dinner; you’re not like the rest
Your perception is different; you know the smart
Money bets on a winner, and sometimes you’ve gotta talk
Before you get to deliver, and hey, what do you know?
Studies show that everybody
Finds your scent more attractive after you’ve just
Had sex, so if you’re tryin’ to pull
Might I suggest a little Eau de Nastiness

Nobody wants to listen to paraphrase
Why not? Hmm, ‘cause they’re afraid
We’ll find out they’re broke and their marriage is fake
But that’s the American way
It’s just a game, and everybody plays it
Academics to intellectual vagrants
Acting like the ivory temple is sacred
When, guess what? The Emperor’s naked!
I’ve heard a few hippies try to say they can opt out
Turn on, tune in, and cop out
But me I’d rather ride around town with the top down
And paraphrase the whole hip-hop sound
So go ahead, show some bravado
Crack a bottle; better yet, write a novel
But never forget that this time is borrowed
And you’re gonna pay it back tomorrow

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