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QQQ
01:07
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shake it
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James
02:34
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I took a bite just an hour ago as you said “wait a minute I feel no effects”
Looking back now sounds like bonnie and clyde; I always thought wrong felt kinda more right
The weather down here gets evermore dense, around hour three the sounds made no sense
So you put a record on and tried to dance
Oooooo try to keep that head straight baby
Best friends since ms murphy
What do we mean in the empty? Haha!
You were born to be brash
Strapped and spatterin and bored in a flash
I was born, thanksgiving
Waving a flag that said thank you for living and thank you for trying
To keep me from dying
As your friend I feel dumb
When I left you, didn’t mean to leave glum
Naturally cold and kinda lazy
Always crying and I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I missed your call bout an hour ago, and I just saw your new phone will not accept texts
So I gotta call and hear your lame voice. Until I commit, its a possible choice
Cause James man I miss it but I’m getting older
Can talking to you bout the old days still help me grow?
It hurts to see all the facts reversed
How right was right and our wrongs got worse
One time bonnie and clyde tried hijack a hearse
We were born to be rad
Sort of lying about never feeling sad
Look at you, you were flying
I never was less scared of dying
Born to break backs over deals we could never take back
Ever cold, admittedly lonely
We still don’t accept help that we might need
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Russell
02:12
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Good hustle
Nice muscles
I dive for the ball
And miss
No tussle
For Russell
he puts it in
and my heart flips
green eyed grin staring at my teeth
dive for the ball, skin my knees
we go to his, no ones’ home
up against the fridge, all alone
shoot score
don’t slam the door, don’t slam the door
shoot score
never been here before
never been here before
sweat bands
round my hand
your jersey
up early
I’ll hustle
Your muscles
Morning quickie
Feel sticky
He scores
Don’t slam the door don’t slam the door
Who’s home?
No one.
He loves me when he feels free
All the girls can hardly see
All they know is he’s the top of the team
Good hustle
Nice muscles
That’s Russell
My Russell
We tussle
And rustle
Keeping quiet
Takes hustle
He loves me when we’re not a team
All the boys can hardly see
And he makes the dirt I eat
Taste so sugar fucking sweet
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4. |
Backwash
03:38
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only tuesday and they dropped my neighbor dead but i don't think that gods that bad i only heard about what happened white guys just trying to get by your body's just a commodity we only have so much money denials cost effective baby i don't think that gods that bad i only heard about what happened. And with the sky below we're looking for a boat to float.
I don't see what this means to me.
Smiling rivers are all I can see
All they taught me was how to lie and drink and think and i don't think that thats so bad he taught me more than dear old dad and on the tv they're saying its democracy but i ain't complaining i know the world was meant for me cause i don't think that he's so bad he's main good with what he has and when you strip a man of that all your nightmares start to happen i don't think he's so bad if i think enough i never did it but whos that knockin whats that shout his daught came to put me out.
"you ground up the earth into juice you can drink, it kept your gears oiled but it stains your teeth, you think that my life is a blank? Better run. Cause even my son owns a gun."
*bang*
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tee-double-you-oh-oh-oh
02:00
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i'm sorry
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6. |
Frame is Fading
02:22
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Reading your lies about your life in the dark
Wondering if I could be you
How you’re just like me
In regard to the unbearable qualities
We both help temporarily
But overstay our welcome till we leave
so unexpectedly
Whenever we’re needed
Plan a comeback for the fans who don’t believe
The words of all the people that you leave
If I say what you sang
Wont’ that help me see what I need
Don’t we all want the same things?
Kindness and fading apathy
No we’re not the same thing
No can’t control what makes me happy if you sing
While you leave the light on, your frame is fading
I try to be the better that you’ll never be
You don’t know me but I thought that you could save me
I thought that you could save me
Trauma makes you kind of naieve
But it still hurts to see your apathy
Some people feel the same way
About me how I could never make them happy
And I thought supporting your frame
Could absolve me of the wrongs that I refused to see
Now I see your lights on
And the moths sew the clothes that make you money
And I know that’s wrong
I don’t want racks made from all the wrongs I’ve done
Isn’t that greedy
To think you only make em happy if you sing
God you’ve never been wrong
But your frame is fading
I got this on my own
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