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Drink & Scrape
03:25
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The drugs you do they won't give you sight
to pieces of yourself you can't find otherwise
no, they'll just fuck you up.
Take these pills they'll do us well
can we go to heaven 'cause
my roommate is the devil
and my home is now my hell.
Yeah I'm living with the devil,
and he's burning down the house.
Tore down all my posters,
'cause I'm moving the fuck out.
Just give me one last chance to fall down the stairs,
I'll keep on rollin' 'till it feels right,
Yeah I could end up anywhere.
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Get Off
02:39
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Anything can be true if you say it can be
like I'm a likeable guy with my head on straight.
I wish all of my friends would stop doing cocaine
but I've got vices too, yeah it feels bad to complain.
I don't see value in how you speculate
theorize prejudice just to flex your brain.
I've not lots of real people, even more real pain
and to you that's a game, I'm so fucking ashamed.
It seems the loudest are first to announce where they sit,
in our rotting house built on a pile of shit.
When it comes time to rebuild and assess our gifts
I'm glad that Ph.D can stifle internet arguments.
So lay waste to bullshit conversations
I want to talk to a goddamn face
it's so easy to be insincere
where the stakes are so low and your parents aren't near
Sold off your morals for a higher moral cause
Sold off your morals for a higher moral ground
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Pizza Pie
02:47
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Value found stacking your lines all
Our convictions hardest built
through small decisive words
they take the questions out of conversations
If I can choose what's on the next (pizza) pie
how am I supposed to build a life?
It all cam rearing by'
Indecision meets admission
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Sprinkle Whipper
01:37
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Future World
01:36
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Worry 'Boutta Thing
02:22
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A six stringed knight
from Montreal
jousts in "Dive Bar"
while slicked back heads
handshake white drugs
owning ledged wall
I sit astute
siren red eye
funding the bar
enter "The Steve"
clean shave and lean
libido sheens
And we don't worry 'boutta thing!
The room aligns
to meet his need
except "The Weed"
his jaw is slack
eye movement rare
behind frayed hair
oh look at that shaggy pup
he sits with Beth
well dressed but holds
a sewn up look
I sip my drink
the knight takes pause
shadows applaud
And we don't worry 'boutta thing!
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I'll prescribe a healthy dose of homemade wine
where's the sunlight? 5 PM's the dead of night
It's so cold up here (cold up here)
there's no doubt, that we'll burn one more out
Boiled Trout
Put me on the backburner
I'll supply a party on a friday night
who needs sunlight? Make the crowd your wave to ride
It's so cold up here (cold up here)
there's no doubt, that we'll shimmy this one out
It's so cold up here (cold up here)
there's no doubt, that I've got my Long John's out
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