The Winners - Derek Pope

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Said I can't even sleep
I've been tied to my telephone
We're just newer animals
Roll up all the medical
I can clear my mind
But I cannot clear my schedule
I try to let it go
Said I can't even sleep
I've been tied to my telephone
We're just newer animals
Roll up all the medical
I can clear my mind
But I cannot clear my schedule
I try to let it go

What you been saying, I can't hear ya through the ground love
It's like we did the shipwreck
And no one ever found us
Now we seeing big checks
And the boats, helicopters all around us
But if I never lit something
They probably would've drowned us

'Til we get old, make a bankroll
Take it back home if you know where to go
Change your phone, new zip codes
Let the high Pope come and save your soul
We pop pills, still blow smoke
That's the only way we were taught how to cope
Had no money but we had hope
Had no money but we had hope

Shooting for the stars
Tuck it in the waistband
See it in my face man
In and out of cars
Trying to see the day man
We can make a change and
Get up out this wasteland
Breaking down the walls
Plotting our escape man
Get what you can take man
Making no mistakes man
Pop a couple bars
Whip it out the case man
Quarter like I'm Aikman
We could take the place man

What you been saying?
I can't hear you out of town love
But if I never made something
You probably wouldn't be around much

All your demons
Never die, they just hide
All your demons
Never die, they're inside

'Til we get old, make a bankroll
Take it back home if you know where to go
Change your phone, new zip codes
Let the high Pope come and save your soul
We pop pills, still blow smoke
That's the only way we were taught how to cope
Had no money but we had hope
Had no money but we had hope

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Derek Pope has travelled both the long and short road. Growing up in Oakland, Derek learned to produce beats in high school, spending his nights and weekends crafting the early roots of a sound he couldn't define yet for years. Now based in Los Angeles, it wasn't until 2015 that Pope experimented with singing, and after a few demos proved that he would be creating his own lane, penning the lyrics:

"Looking at the ceiling, thinking I could make a million"

Those words became the intro to "Raincoats," the first hit single off Pope's debut EP, Sunken City Redux. That evolution continued with his self-analyzing follow-up EP "The Introverted Socialite," before Pope found solid ground on his latest release, "We're All Strangers." Completely self-produced, the album boasts a sonic background that takes influence from many genres, combining spacey bangers with unique, introspective lyrics to create an evolving soundscape that challenges the boundaries of music as we know it.

But the millions have always been second to Pope's real goal: helping people battle their demons. As someone who has struggled with depression, anxiety, and addiction, Pope writes from a place of honest admission, flaunting his faults like they were diamonds and cars. It's a message of self-love without being too mushy, revelations with the hope of reminding people how strong they can be. And with diverse collaborations ranging from Larry June to Rebecca & Fiona, it's a message that won't be boxed in.
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