1. |
Proverbs II
02:58
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Racking my head
Getting out of bed
My lips curl, to keep up with the girl
Have I been true?
What’s this basket case supposed to do?
Hello?
Can I ask who I’m speaking to?
Whoa wring me out
I’ll do it again
Ooooo
Bleached little lies
They’re all in my head
Ooooo
I’m cool, great, or fine
Pick your favorite line
Cuz that’s all I’m giving out today
I’d bury my head
Replay all the silly things I’ve said
Hello?
Can I ask who I’m speaking to?
Feeling close to a talk show host
I just fill the spots in between
The lemons of lime light occasionally blind my
My steadfast beliefs
Whoa wring me out
I’ll do it again
Ooooo
Bleached little lies
They’re all in my head
Ooooo
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2. |
Stockton
02:21
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Abra kadabra
Im a cadaver
Up until sunrise
dead shortly after
No medication
Reverses libations
I choke out my name
Im ashamed lame and tongue tied
I show up still
Fresh from the kill
Tears in my eyes
They shake their heads
Out of the sick pen
One night in Stockton
ignoring hours
Ago I was wasted
I wouldn’t trade you
A free drinking weekend
For one night screaming
With kids in the street and me
I saw clips of San Francisco
from the backseat of the car
Is it all for hedonism
Or something more?
Balance the scales
Fragile and frail
Finding a purpose
And means to prevail
My heart is beating
There’s no point in leaving
We cough out our names
And the voices they yell back too
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3. |
Talks With Myself
02:45
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I was a bit stunned
the morning medication
Fixed my little hang ups
And my talks with myself
But no amalgam
Of self improving maxims
can limit your reactions
If you don’t try it too
Ive been told to
Tune it up
Tone up down
I gotta feel some way
Even when you’re not around
Tape it up
Break it down
I gotta feel no shame
Even When you’re not even around
I get bit weak
Round the middle of the week
I take gander at your news feed
And I wonder what’s up
But then I shake off
The bad hallucination
I don’t hold any frustration
I just miss her sometimes
so its puzzling
times im suffering
are times that make me
And no one else is me
Here I go
On my own
Make it up
Cuz I’m not the only one
Shut me up
Shut me down
Theres not much that I can do
Cuz I’ll still be around
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4. |
Fuss on the Buss
03:12
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It’s definitely one of those
Days where the door bell blows
And my colors surely show
Oh I don’t know
As I’m stepping on the bus
Fixed it’s a total must
To keep alive this fuss
Whoa I don’t know
I spent these passing afternoons
Trying to get back home to you
But you never even tried
I spent these passing afternoons
Trying to get back home to you
But you never even tried
At its heart it’s all the same
No one means the play these games
My color reads my name
Whoa I don’t know
It’s definitely one of those
Days where the door stays closed
And I’m feeling all alone
Whoa I don’t know I don’t know
I spent these passing afternoons
Trying to get back home to you
But you never even tried
I spent these passing afternoons
Trying to get back home to you
But you never even tried
Breaking and Breaking
and I'm taking and taking
and she's selling and selling
and I'm taking and taken
I don't know what I could do
Breaking and Breaking
and I'm taking and taking
and she's selling and selling
and I'm taking and taken
I don't know what I could do
I spent these passing afternoons
Trying to get back home to you
But you never even tried
I spent these passing afternoons
Trying to get back home to you
But you never even tried
I spent these passing afternoons
Trying to get back home to you
But you never even tried
I spent these passing afternoons
Trying to get back home to you
But you never even tried
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