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head empty blues
02:48
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I can see you shifting in your seat
bubblegum vodka
i will carry a knife
it’s my right
won’t cost ya
lol kafka
i will bury my life
in a lite brite charter
pink balloons
pink balloons
pink balloons again
pink balloons
go pop!
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues again
move along walker
i’m quick to home
won’t get followed alone again
seratone talker
i’ll be buried alive
before i ever find a friend
pink balloons
pink balloons
pink balloons go pop
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues
head empty blues again
is it bon eye-ver or bon iver?
i don’t care
i’ve got stalkers outside
not going out tonight
gonna sit and take pics
in my underwear
my brain’s bust like
molly shannon
just shoot me out a cannon
and as i hit
open my head
can you see it?
nothing’s there!
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2. |
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the pain of being myself
at the crypto castle
poppin wheelies on a
flat screen tv
pseudoscientific
monolithic
the best braggadocio
you’ve ever seen
the pain of being myself
at the open office
on a friday when nobody’s around
yellin’ i’ll circle back
to the cataracts
icymi the earth’s coming down
and i’m throwing a fit at the luncheon
but i ain’t calling it quits here for nothing
the pain of being myself
the pain of being myself
the pain of being myself
the pain of being myself
the pain of being myself
the pain of being myself
the pain of being myself
the pain of being myself
the pain of being myself
the pain of being myself
the pain of being myself
there’s nothing endless baby
there’s no frank ocean
you should let me be
your classic love
i’ll be your baethoven
i’ll be your baethoven
i’ll be your baethoven
i’ll be your baethoven
i’ll be your baethoven
yeaaaaaah
yeaaaaaah
the pain of being myself
the pain of being myself
the pain of being myself
the pain of being myself
the pain of being myself
the pain of being myself
the pain of being myself
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3. |
uwu type beat
02:29
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dysphonia dial tone
she learned to love online
from a pixel on her phone
and three hundred dates with
baskets of fries
empty suit guys
tied to jobs, they’re just wiring
singing songs in bars
she barely knows the words to
a terrible thought that
maybe he bought
way way too many foods to chew
and it’s bloated stomach
over and over and over and over
and over and over again
to an uwu type beat
to an uwu type beat
uwu type beat
ooooooooh
ooooooooh
mary’s little lamb has frozen
cerebellum coca colon
she’s carly rae jepsen with
a broadsword
telling him over dinner
she’s never seen a star war
and then he goes all
vessel vanguard
vincent van go cart
he skipped just one of her episodes
and now he’s completely lost the plot
he’s going gone
fast as he can run but he was
nothing inspiring
she needs an uwu type beat
she needs an uwu type beat
uwu type beat
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on brand
that’s so soooo
so so so so sooo
on braaaand
that’s so soooooo
so so so so so
on brand
she’s got a pair of
cheetah print pink pumps
made by federal prisoners
she likes to wear em
to the seventies club
wax nostalgic about
racism and
sexual listeners
shes got her eyes
on a guy
in a green polo
she’s lefty loosey
but the right guy could
make her swing right tho
she’s so bored
she’s so bored
she’s so so so so sooooo
chemicals, chemicals
rose through a beer funnel
tunnel no exit just
concrete walls
if she had it her way
there’s be no exodus
just endless florida
and vocational freefall
she ain’t no
champion of the arts
just cherry blossom
sherry tarts
and whirling dervish
breaking hearts
and she’s so bored
so so so sooooo
so so so so so
on brand!!!!!
and now i’m spending!!!!!
all my money!!!!
on a mass!!!
historyyyyyy-yuh!!!!
on brand!!!!
that’s so sooo
so so so so sooooo
on brand!!!!
that’s so sooooooo
so so so so so
on—
so sooooo
on— on—
so so so so so
on brand!
on brand!
zuzuzuzuzuzuzuzu
zuuzuzuzuzuzuzuzu
zuzuzuzuzuzuzuU
so so so sooooo
so so so so so
on brand!!!
and now i’m spending!!!
all my money!!
on a mass hysteria!!
all my money!!
all my money!! every dime every quarter!!!
ha ha ha ha!!!
spending spending spending!!!
that’s so so so soo
i’m so tired-
can you believe it?
spending all my money on a mass
spending all my money on a mass hysteria!!!
oooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooo
aaaaaaaaaaaaah
aaaaaaaaaaaaah
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i can see you shifting in your seat
i didn’t used to be so serious
but listen
lots of us don’t make it here
lots of us don’t make it home
dead kids in their bedrooms
dead people in the street
killed by—
murdered by—
i can feel you getting bored of me
i didn’t used to make you uncomfortable
please listen:
if you walk through a cemetery
you’ll pass people buried under gravestones of strangers
i have friends still hiding while you throw a parade
jael: does growing old hurt? does it hurt to grow old?
papa: physically, yes. mentally, you have to put up with it. you see all the pills i take?
jael: yea.
papa: supposedly they’re keeping me alive, but you reach a point where they’re not effective anymore and you accept it.
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6. |
make me young
01:08
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make me young
make me young
give me reason to sing this song
and let some poor soul hum along
learn from where i went wrong
i’ve got growths all across my body
i’ve got blood vessels in this frame
and i know
yeah i know these thoughts
shouldn’t drive me insane
but they do
oh it does
and i’m worried it’s because
all those things i thought i was
aot muddled with what i’ve become
do I come across to pessimistically
i know myself is a beautiful thing to be
life looks down with sincerity and yells,
“mostly great but sometimes pain!”
and that’s fine.
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7. |
sticks and stones
03:02
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you know that you want it
the rebelling yonic
the idiot tonic
the half priced tunes
that a woman could vomit
but the comet you wanted?
you had no idea
she’s be sicker than you
she says your polycule’s toxic
irregular socket
and you’re shorting out with
common complaints
but your jugular got hit
from dollywood drop kicks
so your polycule’s toxic
and it’s feeling great!!!
its
anti, anti, anti
anti history
anti, anti, anti
anti history
a trembling goblet
of fiery fraught fits
she’s walkin’ round town
with chalkboard nails
and he’s hawkin’ a storm
big bad bjorn
lickin’ lyrical lips like
a Saint had failed
and then they met in the bathtub
right under the laugh hub
rub a dub dub
it’s a wonderful time
singing sticks and stones
may break my bones but
words will never
commit crimes!!!
its anti, anti, anti
anti history
anti, anti, anti
anti history
anti, anti, anti
anti history
anti, anti, anti
anti history
and i’m so tired
i need my goofballs telecasted
an alphabet soup stock down the drain
and a bubble brain blasted
nothing’s funny anymore
nothing’s funny
i wanna laugh at all the things
i don’t care about
cause i can’t crushed coffee anymore
they canceled all caffeine
so now it’s last hired first fired
fucking yippee
and i’m stitching down my sides
cause nothing’s funny
nothing’s funny
nothing’s fun
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8. |
buffaloed
01:51
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the last white rhino died in a zoo
on a gloomy Thursday afternoon
what did you do
what did you think
staring at the fishbowl in the sink
shame in the name of the nuclear father
who died on the banks
of the blm plaza
from champagne brunches
choking his arter
you are what you eat
and you ain’t real
gucci and louis and fenty prada
the communist consumer
beyonce carter
it’s kind of ironic like
oil and water
you are what you eat
and you ain’t real
when it’s all too much
the money the drama the deals
you can always count on
one simple ideal…
go bills!!!
(go go go go)
bo bills!!!
(go go go go)
go bills!!!
(go go go go)
go bills!!!
you gotta
guh- guh—
you gotta go!!!
go bills!!!
(go go go go)
go bills!!!
(Go go go go)
go bills!!!
(Go go go go)
go bills!!!
you gotta
go bills!!!!
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thank you for
all you’ve done
in this world
all you gave
you deserve more
thank you for
all you’ve done
for me
you inspire me
it’s empath shit
it’s survival innit?
just a constant contact
and one day, you’re the offended
arms twixt like an armada
shaking your head at nothing
just to get a
seven dollar
coffee drink refunded? oh well
i’ve got solidarity with all the missing murdered people!
i’ve got solidarity!!!
do you solidarity???
you’re running thru the aisles
drinkin taco bell mild
creedence clearwater revival
just another two week trial
and you never
thought the violence could be stitched
into the cushions
of the couch you got in college
or the lessons you were taught
but girl you are the suds
on your perfect skin
your expensive tattoo
you shampooed hypocrite
and as i stand on gilded stage
and drink your bluish goo
i’ll scream at the top of my lungs
i’m nothing like you!!!!!!!!!!!!
i’ve got solidarity with all the missing murdered people!!!!!
i’ve got solidarity with all the missing murdered people!!!!!
we’ve got solidarity with all the missing murdered people!!!!
always solidarity with all the missing murdered people!!!!
i’ve got solidarity with all the missing murdered people!!!!!
i’ve got solidarity with all the missing murdered people!!!!!
we’ve got solidarity with all the missing Murdered people!!!!
always solidarity with all the missing murdered people!!!!
empath shit!!!
it’s survival isn’t it?????
thank you for
all you’ve done
for me
you inspire me!!!!
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10. |
burning alive on k st.
00:30
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swooped em up for jesus
every billboard to chicago
washing every tourist and jacobin
and as the metallurgic smoke
drifts over an old skyway
an old traffic traveler knows
she won’t see grace again
she won’t see grace again
its a long long way to the top
if you really wanna rock and roll
you can give me beatings boy
you’ll never free my soul
from the obelisk obediah
you know that my momma
raised me to die young
like the Torah says
thank your ancestors
wash your hands
and believe in the desert
it’s getting rough out there
but it’s been tougher each day
and i just want my say
and a piece of ancient scripture
oooooooh
low rider
hang ‘em higher
keep the rhythm
keep the rhythm
low rider
hang ‘em higher
keep the rhythm
keep the rhythm
low rider
hang ‘em higher
keep the rhythm
keep the rhythm
low rider
hang ‘em higher
keep the rhythm
keep the rhythm
looooooowwwwwwww
ooooooooooooooooooh
nyuuuuuhhhhyeah
if you walk through a cemetery
you’ll find people
buried under gravestones of strangers
i have friends still hiding
while you throw a parade
hiding while you throw a parade
if you walk through a cemetery
you’ll find people
buried under gravestones of strangers
i have friends still hiding
while you throw a parade
hiding while you throw a parade
if you walk through a cemetery
you’ll find people
buried under gravestones of strangers
i have friends still hiding
while you throw a parade
hiding while you throw
hiding while you throw a paraaaaade
if you walk through a cemetery
you’ll find people
buried under gravestones of strangers
i have friends still hiding
friends still hiding
friends still hiding
friends still hiding!!
low rider
hang ‘em higher
keep the rhythm
keep the rhythm
low rider
hang ‘em high
keep the rhythm
keep the rhythm
keep the rhythm
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