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Right out the gate I'm talking shit
I can't get a grip on it
Think I'll let loose, on the next one
And what the fuck are you staring at me for?
You scream the words but don't know what they mean
Ooh, that stings
But I'll be okay
I say the same things to myself
Well the same shits in my brain that you got too
And everybody asked me was it true?
I didn't know what to tell em
Well I wouldn't betray your trust
And I'd never ever tell your secrets
And even back when we was fucked up
I never told you no lie
Ooh, that stings
But I'll be okay
I say the same things to myself
Ooh, that stings
But I'll be okay
I say the same things to myself
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2. |
guppy
02:49
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It's less than a person
But more than I expected
It's hard to imagine
A world where this can't happen
I stand three inches from the ground
My tiny feet don't make a sound
I fit right in your pocket
My hands too small to use your phone,
Can't call for help, we're stuck alone
Your car is burning
No power left to pull you out
Smoke billows in from the engine
There's no way I can save us now
Oh please wake up, please wake up,
I can't open the door, my tiny arms aren't enough
I guess I'll burn
In your pocket crematorium
It's not the worst, to die in your shirt
...it's not the worst (I'd be a part of you)
It's a tragedy, ignored results
and she wishes for some ease to her suffering heart
Last words swerve fast I called your name
But my voice too small to hear now
I stand three inches from the ground
My tiny feet don't make a sound
I fit right in your pocket
My hands too small to use your phone,
Can't call for help, we're stuck alone
Your car is burning
No power left to pull you out
Smoke billows in from the engine
There's no way I can save us now
Oh please wake up, please wake up,
I can't open the door, my tiny arms aren't enough
I guess I'll burn
In your pocket crematorium
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3. |
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(Oxygen)
Settle it quick
Get to the shit
I need a break
Don't make mistakes
Honest face, but you never know a liar
Get a grip
Smoke from the zip
I wouldn't be shit if I didn't have my friends
So just ignore it,
Way out in the forest
Talk to you when the song ends
Talk to you when the song ends
Asking too much from a song (from a song)
I put up my little melodies
and no one knows the inner me
I wrote this song
Settle it quick
Get to the shit
I need a break
Don't make mistakes
Honest face, but you never know a liar (fuckin liar)
Get a grip
Smoke from the zip
I wouldn't be shit if I didn't have my friends
So just ignore it
Way out in the forest
Talk to you when the song ends
Talk to you when the song ends
Sick as fuck I can't wake up
My brain is tired
My body fucked
I fucked I fucked I fucked it this time
I put up my little melodies
and no one knows the inner me
I wrote this song
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4. |
rotterdam
01:52
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I had a dream
Me and my friends we were in a magazine
On the front page
The cover
and we looked so good
In that glossy paper
Got ourselves a space in the trophy case
With the last ones to get it like us
Another distraction calling me
I spent a lot of time now my wallet's empty
Yeah, I should've known better
Then what's the point of playing it low key?
Turn the camera on you, your heart right on your sleeve
It didn't mean much, in the end
Bleeding easy
I was seated directly
It was free and easy
Yeah I was sleep
and treason's free
So I ain't go no fucking respect
To work for you
I think I'd rather die
Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo
Singing a happy song
I had a dream
Me and my friends we were in a magazine
On the front page
The cover
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5. |
*shrug*
03:22
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Wash your hands
Before you come in, she said to me
Said I seen it in your face, you're going to fuck me up
And I didn't mean to make you so so sick
I just tried to give you a kiss
But I can't help to keep my sickness
Cause you're the one medication I don't skip
Rolling on x, take another pill she said to me
I seen it in your eyes, you're not fucked enough.
But I really wanna live so healthy
And if I stay squeaky clean can I
Stay with you for one more weekend
Promise I'll behave
Some people need space
Not me, I don't want that
I just wanna cling to you
Cause I'm restless on my own
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh oh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh oh
But you can't rush these kinds of things
Cause they take practice
And patience
And love
But on the craziness we're matching
Stir the pot and you get action
Played it all out, live your life in the caption
You got to wait your turn
Wash your soul
Don't bring no bad karma around me
Said I knew it all along, that you were always fucked
But I didn't mean to be the one you put your heart into
It's still unclear to me
When I can't to blame my sickness
Pushing me away or is it because
Some people need space
Not me, I don't want that
I just want to be held lovingly
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh oh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh oh
But you can't rush these kinds of things
Cause they take practice
And patience
And love
But on the craziness we're matching
Stir the pot and you get action
Played it all out, live your life in the caption
You got a way with words
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6. |
can't stop time
01:15
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Ay ay ay it's a party on the block
And it's summer time
Neighbor cooking, listenin to pop smoke
And ain't nobody worried about the god damn cops
He's got dimes to sell before it gets hot
Ay ay ay ay he's always on the block
And we pass around the blunt cuz we ain't worried bout no cough
And stay the fuck away cuz we don't fuck with no cops
Cuz corona or not, it's summer on the block
Ay ay ay ay he's always on the block
And we pass around the blunt cuz we ain't worried bout no cough
And stay the fuck away cuz we don't fuck with no cops
Cuz corona or not, it's summer on the block
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