1. |
Muck
03:33
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kiss suburban myths goodbye
squeeze your head and wring your life out
when the conversation's dust
your connection's getting cut
your vocals will fry
falling asleep with one eye
open a can of worms and pour them all out
into the palm of your hand
and then give them to your friends
they won't bite
put it on ice
before your wounds drip dry
running red lights
close your eyes
kiss them goodbye
and lower your five
running amok
don't give a fuck
cut off the exits
they're heading for the...
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2. |
Back On My Bullshit
03:28
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tryna get a good look at his face
push the hair out of my eyes
keep them open til they're dried out
next stop is the one i've waited for
we go under the floorboards
i swear i've never been before
i was tryna really play it cool
spilled hot coffee on the page
and i never got his name
tryna take a whiff
i waft the trace
got a battered broken frame
keeping safe a pile of waste
take the minutes and i'm sworn in
turn an hour glass around and i'm still on the couch
fuck ready to fight?
turn the lights out
fuck where are my eyes?
i try to feel around
she tells me to stare straight and cut the jaw
hacksaw her in half
we're cooking raw
handstand on the bed with a dozen friends
i wonder if i'll ever see the tv static again
why am i sick in the morning?
i slept just fine
i know it's good
it's as it should be
but why am i sick in the morning?
why can't the nights seem to drown it out
no sudden movements
spend the weekend on the couch
back on my bullshit again
hard work at fast pace then i'm strung out for days
we go under the floorboards
sounds better down there
there's just something in the air
i was tryna really play it cool
standing in the same place
took a hit below the waist
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3. |
Twist of Fate
03:49
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(THIS IS PS2 SMACKDOWN HERE COMES THE PAIN)
in behind my eyes
fireworks and belly dancers in the sand
telling lies
see how far this stick bend
pass me by
smell the money in my bag
it's for a friend
i got a light and roman candles in my hands
uh-oh
man i'm feeling sick
i gotta drip dip out the sauna
dive first with my head
i'm smoking primo marijuana
i just wanna ride my bike until i hit a dead end
all my friends are dead
i said all my friends are dead heads
we're doing tricks
we're doing full twists out the sauna
dive first with my head
i'm smoking primo marijuana
i just wanna ride my bike until i hit a dead end
all my friends are dead
i said all my friends are dead heads
mere surmise serves right
bought a life online
turns out it's just a scam
but i found god in a long forgotten band
so destroy it
hit the lotto
hit the lights
don't touch me man
i found god in a long forgotten band
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4. |
Less Than Three
03:36
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drip drool in my mouth
my snaggletooth sinks into hanging jowls
in the blood i draw the words i can't spell out
forever stained she left a frozen frown
she likes to sleep with the light
claw out my eyes
draw on her back with a knife
my dragonfly
no one knows the smell i smell when i pass out
and no one cares when you roll back your eyes
touch my chest and you'll feel the bend that crushes me
it marks the spot of an internal divide
written notes in codes and lemon juice
i double down just to look at the squint in her eyes
touch my chest and you'll feel it beating
less than three (<3)
it fucks the clots and it keeps me hot yeah
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5. |
T Levels
03:42
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don't tell me when to call quits
i know we shoot the same but i know it's a problem
before you get that taste you gotta hit the bottom
i'm headed for your legs
i swear i hit the lotto
with hands on the floor
you'll ask for more
so head for the doors
i know we shoot the same
i'll bend better than the next eye-getter
and you know it's wetter when you know
rip that sweater
half a zip tie will get er
and a 5th is better in the snow
i want it to be fair for both of us
i wanna close my eyes but they won't shut
i wanna feel the burn without the cut
i wanna wear your shoes and then i'll tighten them til they burst
you gotta hit it feet first
you know i hated the 21st
tape a 40 to your hands and smoke few darts
and we'll glug glug glug and glug in the front yard
but there’s something bout my face that makes my friends barf
but you click click click and click but it won’t start
and there’s something bout their look i hate with my heart
and there’s in the air don’t mean no harm
and there's something bout your face that makes the mood dark
i wanna hit that shit and slap in some smarts
and there’s something bout my face that’s tough like bogart
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6. |
Chokeslam From Hell
02:44
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mommy aiden cut me in half again
i'm pulled apart at age 10
i wept
a dirty dirty imagination
i'm born again hissing
hissing and running down the street like a switch in my knees
and i'm waving all my arms around me
i can’t see 10 feet in front of me
8 stitches in my hip
my reflexes are way too fucking quick
but i'm trying to slow my roll
and even the score
for myself
cause you don’t care about what's fair anymore
i'm undying
the tie dyed shirts we made at camp wassakwa
at age 10
i was too dumb to stay home alone back then
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