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I don’t like it / Drag me in your rut, while you’re making these rounds / Triple upper cut, show while taking me down / I don’t like it / You don’t take care of me, like some memory / You just get rid of me /
Lies to make you nut, just like owning downtown /
Easy fucking luck, show while taking me down /
You don’t take care of me / You just get rid of me
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I hear you baby, I got some needs of my own /
I see you fading, I can’t take nothing at all /
We talk on the phone til 4 am, I confess where I’m at and where I’ve been, but all the while you’re still fucking them /
I fear you hate me, you hum and drag me along /
You dig and bait me, some sort of nuclear song / I mean it fate me, go ahead and drill me for that test / Cruise bending maybes, I can’t take nothing at all /
We talk on the phone til 4 am, I rail thanks pleading delusion, cos all the while you’re thinking of them / I see you baby /
We talk on the phone at 8 am, no sleep, no means of coming off a transfer of noise that you always win /
Yo bring me death or leave me alone / You don’t know, so now I go
I’d rather be dead than pick up the phone /
You don’t know, now I go / There is no further trying to mend the hyper extension of being friends, you are holding on to a rope at its end /
I’d rather be dead than pick up the phone /
You don’t know, now I go
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This sense of meaning, sure cut me up just a little bit /
I bleed to see in, after all this time /
I just want some clean space and cargo my own /
A safe place, unfazed that knows me alone /
Cut me up just a little bit, after all this time /
I beg to see in, cut me off just a little bit /
I want to be him, after all this time / I don’t want a big dick, drip, voice dropping tone, I just want a safe place that knows me alone /
Cut me up / I want to be him, cut me up just a little bit / Some sense of meaning, after all this time
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Pavement
04:40
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How You Say It Is
02:25
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Clean me out / Dream of making drought / Leaves careening drenched / Deep end roots entangled, lie, please bring me there /
We get off the same way, I dream of dying every day / But I don’t, I don’t / Clean me out / We get off the same way /
My tree is gutted, please lie me down / But I don’t, I don’t / My tree is branchless, please clear me out / I don’t /
No air, no leaves, I can’t imagine out /
My tree is branchless, please lie me down
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I get by on the edge and flip, some excuse for irreverence / I get bent for the hell of it, and it shows / Riding sunrise with them slow eyes and the homies / Devil knows, where I’ll end up washing makeup in the morning /
I slip by with no evidence, cause upset for the hell of it / Try and die high while we’re leveling, Devil knows /
Got this feeling choking absence will you hold me? /
I’m the Devil made of access to the lonely / I get bent for irreverence, I’m so sick of intelligence / I’ll get high til I make amends with god
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Paid In Prayers
04:25
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Libertarian Noise Rock
02:00
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Feel You
02:54
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The Weekend
04:49
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I am a creature that’s wearing your habit, crude version of a pay to play /
I am a melody meant for the weekend, long gone when Monday morning breaks / I want to consume all of your sad and map it for the next one to navigate / I just can’t make this, myself good enough /
I am a creature that’s wearing your habit, you move for me to celebrate / Exist in the crime of getting to know you, punished by time and better days / I just can’t make this, myself good enough / I bury myself to give life to convenience so you can have an easy stray /
I am a melody meant for the weekend, 20th stop to better days
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