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Hoodlum
03:45
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Blood on the side street
A blasted car in front of me
I’m turning to the side and I’m looking at the sight
Blood on the side street
A blasted car in front of me
I’m turning from my enemy and looking at my phone
Caught on my phone as I pass, as I roam
Blood on the side street
God, don’t you fight me
I wait on your cue when you ask what to do, saying
“Call on me like on TV”, like
Scrolling through shit while it’s getting erased
You follow me around while I’m getting debased
Falling apart while I’m saving my face
But… hoodlum, calling me a hoodlum, calling me…
Eyes on the floor and dreaming what could never be
Things on the street like I see on TV
Hands on my ears, nothing’s getting to me
But… hoodlum, calling me a hoodlum, calling me a…
Drive through the night, you confide in me
And my hand’s on the wheel, and I’m seeing TV
Your hand’s on my arm, and you ask me to breath
Just… hoodlum, calling me a hoodlum, calling me…
Eyes on the road, but we swerve to the side
And I aim for the ditch, but we crash, and we die
Or I open my eyes, and we get out alive
Just… hoodlum, calling me a…
I’m feeling satisfied
Inside, we’re all paralyzed
I pry when it’s safe to me
Bitch, lie, call me like on TV
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We'll Figure It Out
03:05
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Lo and behold, I am stuck on the same bus
All I want to do is to hear, “oh, you’re one of us”
Tongue in my teeth, no, I don’t want to make a fuss
But deep inside
I hope for a big crush
Dude
What you didn’t do
What you didn’t do I didn’t do, but neither did you…
…are through
Shut me up and lie through
Your teeth and speak about you
Forge an image inside you
When everyone is like
Figure it out
We’ll figure it out
Leading the race, and I look over my shoulder
Stay in one place, and I keep getting older
Rubbing my hands ‘cause it’s still getting colder
Grab a revolver, let’s call it, it’s over
Stuck to the bottom no matter the win
Fumbling at night and I’m bruising my shins
Stuck to the bottom and dreaming of lies
No one will care what you did tonight
Ripping my head like I’m made out of clay
Walk to the office, “How everyone’s day”
Heroes of youth start to swing from the oak
Ripped from the bottom and suddenly I choke
Lo and behold, I am stuck on the same bus
All I want to do is to hear, “oh, you’re one of us”
Swinging the booze just to go for a head rush
Paid for my sins with some gold after bad cash
Bad to the bone, but I’m prone to flow home
Like I’m gone in my phone, getting honed on the clone
Tongue in my teeth, no, I don’t wanna make a fuss
Deep inside I just hope for a big crush
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Loser on a High
04:25
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I’m a better than you, condescending
Loser on a high
When I’m better off dead
You will never catch my eye
I’m a fast as lightning motherfucker
Slowed down to a crawl
I’d be better of here
If I could only blame you all
Narcissistic coward, what seemed to be sociopath
You want a spawn, bitch, you better learn the aftermath
I’m coming home, yet I don’t know where I am at
I’m glad I sat so close to you when you were getting fat
I won’t try my best, but it’s not like you could understand
I want to pass on whatever asshole makes me a better man
Color coded arrangement and anger management
Stick to baser instinct, drive a mile, man
Bit that makes me numb, locking all the doors
I like to block you out with the nastiest whores
Who the man is, who the boss
Bend me to the ground, I could take a loss
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Tactile
03:11
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You’re so fucking tactile, and I sip on my sippy cup
Sip on your shit and I think that my time is up
So fucking tactile, so fucking tactile
So fucking tactile, and I feel that I shouldn’t be
You’ve been gone around the world and fell where you’re meant to be
I’ve been gone around the world like God had abandoned me
Every place will look the same, but taste is eluding me
So fucking tactile, like meat on a wooden block
I gaze on your face, on a screen, not a single crack
Cushion myself just in case life will fuck me up
So fucking tactile, so fucking tactile
So fucking tactile, at least that was shown to me
I’ve been gone around the world, came back as an enemy
Everything still feels the same, and still, it ain’t bugging me
Who are you to promise me I’ll smell what I already see?
So fucking tactile, like a split in a carnal spine
I bent my bones for you, I guess I didn’t die
So fucking tactile, I’ll see you back in line
So fucking tactile, so fucking tactile
Textile, broken bones
All of feelings necessary
Rendering me alone
‘Till the feedback pumps me scary
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You told me to take care, to take care, to take care of business
You trust me for a week
Then you hover like drone
Disappearing for a day
Then you call me on my phone
Must’ve figured I hate being inattentive on a Saturday night
You tell me where you are
Baby, I already know
I can hear you swallow tears
And you’re asking me to show up
*** ***** ****** ***** ********
****** ****** ****** **** * *****
Told me to take care, to take care, to take care of business
Be careful what you wish for when calling me a friend
Now you’re asking me a favor that I didn’t understand
When you’re speaking eloquently, you will lose me consequently and cry
Ask me for a bail yet another goddam time
I’ll stick hay up your ass
I will treat you like a swine
Switch up gun for a pun
Mix up fury with some fun
Once again, I’m feeling dumb…
Dumb
For believing in you
When you scream and cry
Just close enough so I’ll hear you
Now you tell me, baby
That you want to die
I believe you once more and I kill you
Told me to take care, to take care, to take care of business
Baby, would you prefer, would you prefer, would you prefer I missed it?
Told me to take care, to take care, to take care of business
Baby, would you prefer, would you prefer…
Told me to take care, to take care, to take care of business
We’re living side by side
Now you tell me something’s wrong
So, I ask you, what the fuck
Girl, you begged to come along
So, you rack your brain like fire
Acquiescing to desire to whine
“For me, personally, I believe you’re not a man
To deliver what you promised
Even though I may have forced your hand
I woke at 3 AM frothing so bad my lips were glistening
My heartbeat was aquickening
And-- Honey, are you listening?”
Dumb
For believing in you
When you scream and cry
Just close enough so I’ll hear you
Now you tell me, baby
That you want to die
I believe you once more and then kill you
Told me to take care, to take care, to take care of business
Baby, would you prefer, would you prefer, would you prefer I missed it?
Told me to take care, to take care, to take care of business
Baby, would you prefer, would you prefer…
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