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braindead
02:11
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Looking ugly now
Guess the smokes caught up
Feeling ugly now
Big mistakes add up
First light and it’s bright white
Turn it all to red
First life and it’s quite nice
Guess my brain is dead
My head
Brain dead
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2. |
landlord
02:00
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Who unlocked my door?
Could it be my landlord?
I’m a cold sore
Property of my landlord
Filthy and poor
And now they want more
Wipe off the gore
Then fuck me more
Spoon on the cold floor
Must belong to my landlord
Blue
Right hand I swore
With God as my Landlord
Filthy and poor
And now they want more
Wipe off the gore
Then fuck me more
Never going back again
Feelin’ fuckin' heaven-sent
Kill a couple cops and I'm set
Helicopter
Rest in debt
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3. |
joyride
01:46
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Feel so good it makes me bored
Bought a life I can’t afford
I hate the summer
I hate the noise
I want the ride without the joy
Wearing black will make the sun burn too bright
Burning drugs will make my brain hurt just right
Being happy is just a fad
Miss my mom and miss my dad
I hate the girls
I hate the boys
I want the freedom without choice
Wearing black will make the sun burn too bright
Burning drugs will make my brain hurt just right
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4. |
millenial hum
01:38
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Patience wasted
I don't mind
I hate it
It's not fun
I don't care
What's the point of it
If I don't throw a fit
I just can't give a shit
It's not fun
I don't care
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5. |
v.i.p.
01:36
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Fuck you all, I'm a celebrity
Spending money just don't mean a thing
I want a fancy suit and fancy car
Got a mortgage and a fucking yard
Crushed by the weight of all the things I own
Contempt for everyone I'll ever know
Bleeding gums, I just don't feel the same
I called up Drake to see if he could hang
He could not
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6. |
summertime boy
02:09
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Been a year since you left
Had the time to think it out
Forgot to write a song about it
It always fails to write out well
I miss my summertime boy
Funeral went pretty well
Lots of love and wishing well
Then again it never clicked
Same old habits til the next time
I miss my summertime boy
Time took my summertime boy
I lost my summertime boy
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7. |
lazy
02:01
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Feelin' lazy
Ain’t got no place to go
Hate my house so I don't call it a home
Won't make your money you fuck
Won’t do what I'm told
Won't shoot your guns you fuck
You reap what you sow
Feelin' lazy
But we've got the controls
I'll burn your house you fuck
How's that for a home?
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