1. |
cavities
03:40
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I know I never could
I said I never would
I tell it by my stance
I show up and piss my pants
I blow the bubble pops
I wanna reach the top
I wake and brush my teeth
and show up with cavities
u cant stop it. no one can. u cant change me, change my path
I work and have a fit
I think and feel like shit
I try to be a man
and show up without a plan
I take and give my breath
I give and take the rest
I am the devils kid
I show up and lose my lid
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2. |
big boy
02:49
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big boy with some long hair. he cut it off bc he dont care. he changed the color from his mothers. to the color of the summers.
big boy with a 6 shot. his cousin got it cuz the blocks hot. they sleep tight with the doors locked. they never really trusted the cops.
I cannot describe the moment when I opened up my eyes and realized that it only gets u so damn far. It all only gets u so far.
big boy with a nice job. he got a safe in case he gets robbed. his daddy died but he cant sob. he sends some money to his sad mom. big boy with a good life. hes got a daughter and a young wife. he loved another person despite. he sometimes sees him on the week nights
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3. |
know-it-all
02:10
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I always knew that I would never be there
I always knew that things would never be fair
I'm sick of being busy on the weekend
I wanna lie around with no one speakin
I always knew that things were kinda crappy
I always knew that you were never happy
I'm drinkin cheap and sleepin at the house show
I know I know I know, I said fuckin know
but I dont know how to turn it around
I always knew that I would never be cool
I always knew that I would really hate school
I'm gettin stoned and clutching on my cell phone
I'm listenin but gettin tired of ur tone
I always knew that things were getting harder
I always knew I never shoulda scarred her
I'm letting go and feelin like I'm so low
I know I know I know, I said I fuckin know
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4. |
room
02:56
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is it so? I dunno
a pull in two directions is foggin my reflection
and why am I a time killer?
step up to the plate, son
to somethin less familiar now
what the hell am I supposed to do now?
all my questions cant be answered
should i live my life or just grow up?
if I say, im ok
it means I'm doin somethin that gives me my own purpose
and why am I a scared loser
wait until it's time boy, fraid to hear it round the corner comin now
what the hell am I supposed to do now?
all my questions cant be answered and I'm screamin out
sit alone and think about them in this room
I am stuck with indecision
should I live my life or just grow up?
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so low
02:26
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driftin so far. i can tell u where all my problems end and start. dreamin so hard. open up my eyes and reality has changed. nothins the same like this but im filling in the lines and sighing all the time. i cant escape from this so i open up my window always ridin so low. sinkin so deep. suddenly im numb from my head down to my feet. lookin too steep. even in my mind i know this is not a way. nothin has changed i guess but im readin some more lines and cryin all the time. i cant escape from this so i open up my window. always ridin so low.
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7. |
fever
03:16
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dumb kid u know what u did.
ur outwit but u wont admit
truth is that u cant commit
cool it or I'll lose my shit
i cant see it goin over any other way than the worst one
And I cant seem to get a grip on trying something new
young gun u know what uv done
ur no fun let me show u some
say what? that u miss the sun?
become one when u succumb
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8. |
dread
02:31
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I'm just a dead leaf burn pile. I'm just a big field cut down. Im just a old long dirt road. Im just a red barn blown down. I dont care what I learned today. Gotta keep on goin anyway. And I dont know what I'm sposed to say. Gonna keep on waiting here for things to change.
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tuff feller
03:19
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u know that I never ever said i trust luck
but iffin I did itd prolly just suck
i learned from the bottle and the empty brown bag
when everything slows yeah everything drags
u point at the mirror and u wonder whos there
some call it a ghost, it brushes my hair
he looks like a twister with its path all planned out
It becons to me, i recon I'm free
I'm know I'm not that old
I thought that u said hardly ever play rough
ur clenchin ur fists, ur thinkin ur tough
i bet all belongings and I hadnt thunk twice
I'll ante my, I's gotta big plan
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10. |
hospital (lego island)
02:25
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11. |
smithereens
04:20
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lost on a mission
Clockin a hot mach ten on the highway
Soon as I get somewhere
l'll slow and shift her down
Big television
Showing my dreams then its smashed into smithereens
Pick up the pieces
I'll try to keep them
cuz you dont stop breathin until you're dead In the dirt
And stop thinking until your brain dont work
And stop feelin until you feel your last hurt
And I feel this
I'm goin fishin
Castin it out so far that I castaway
Feelin the current
I'll follow it back home
new composition
It's missing something, a minuscule detail
Searching for reason
I'll try to please em
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12. |
u-turn
03:22
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things are lookin up but ur so far down just look around. u cant be found
u owe it to urself for ur misery. u know u know u hold the key
the sun is never out when ur feelin bright just stay inside and wait til night
u always blame ur parents for the way things is. u know u know u aint done shit
its ok now, things turn around. quit stressin out. youll prolly feel much better
close both them eyes on darkend skies and wait for the sunrise
everythings alive when ur feelin dead. just hold ur head and sit in bed
ur tellin all ur friends that u cant come play. u know u know todays the day
the waters always cold when u wanna swim. just think a bit and dont jump in. when things are goin south and it just wont end. u know u know u got a friend.
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