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DIY DEATH MACHINE
03:08
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You better slow down
Take a backseat, baby
Maybe this isn't your thing
On the Internet with eyes pried open
Regurgitating constantly
Still a child so misinformed
The concept of humility
You shun your own voice without a clue
"I swear I never do this type of thing"
You're a poison a bolster of cancer
Infectious, quick-spreading disease
Now I cringe at the thought of my childhood days
When we dressed up and asked, "Trick or Treat?"
Do you remember that text that you sent
The one that was just so important
You walked out of sight as I sang in your eyes
It might have meant nothing to you
But I have not forgotten
Please understand I want the best for both of us
But I'm heavy passion while you are one night lust (x2)
Congratulations sent as disrespect
I hope you learn the words to this song
I hope it's drilled into your brain
So you can learn from your mistakes
And carry on, carry on
(Please understand I want the best for both of us)
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Sorry, Bruh
02:00
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Woah, you care
I can tell by the clouds in your stare
The same I wear all the time
Matching with the weight on our spines
Remind me why I never chased you
"Oh that boy surely he will never do"
You're wasting too much time
On shit I don't even buy
So bye
Yet I listen to your problems
I love to hear ya bitch
We could find better places to hang than New Brunswick
Oh, I'm better than your boyfriend
I could be better than this
But I'm disheveled, too stoned, distastefully honest
I'm better than your boyfriend
I'm better than your boyfriend
You should leave your boyfriend
I could make that happen
You should leave your boyfriend
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Cheers Me Proper
02:58
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I'm feeling so awkward and out of place
In this room, an unfamiliar space
And the painted walls are telling me
Remember to speak respectfully
My apologies for approaching that way
Assuming you'd show human courtesy
Mine is a young mind filled with hopes and dreams
How naive to hold on to cathartic beliefs
So I will mind my tongue
Swallow it hole until the night is done
Why would I waste my breath on someone
Who couldn't give me the time of day
I'd like to send special congratulations your way
For mastering the art of apathy
I love it when I walk into a conversation
And realize I am the only one
Who does not belong
And is not welcome
But I have to thank you
It's humbling to know
I'm not loved by everyone
I'd try to thank you
Though you would not reciprocate
Spit me out so I can
Lie on this carpeted floor
My bed is so close
But the sheets can get lonely
I'm not half the person I plan to become
And comfort seems too close to failure
I'm not half the person I plan to become
And I'll never stop holding my arms up for better
So I will mind my tongue
Swallow it hole until the night is done
Why would I waste my breath on someone
Who couldn't give me the time of day
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M. Connolly
04:41
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When I dance in your head is it soft shoe?
Do I bother you?
You got those problems
You said I'm one of the few
Remember the time
You said, You're fine"?
I'm calling out that line
If you'll be the charlatan
I'll be your sycophant
Won't ya teach me how to move
With the elegance of soft shoe?
Won't ya teach me how to move
With the elegance of soft shoe?
mmhhhmhhmmm
Nailed chipped
Crushing cannabis
So stoked you're back
From that trip
Goddamn that red lipstick
And synchronicity of our hips
Won't ya teach me how to move
With the elegance of soft shoe?
Won't ya teach me how to move
With the elegance ...
Oh shit
Won't ya teach me how to move
With the elegance of soft shoe?
Won't ya teach me,
Oh, won't ya teach me
Won't ya teach me how to move?
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Violent In Your Sleep
04:47
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You're violent in your sleep
and it terrifies me
But I'll lay here and take the beating
I'll stay here with you
Never tell you why I'm bruised in the morning
I've gotten fucking weak again
Confide in my best friend's girlfriend
It's faux shame, dude
You think I'd learn shit at 22?
At least we got that stupid warning
But I don't think shit ever applies to me
It's my fault
But wounds taste way better with salt
You're the reason why
My bed is less desirable
Punch me 'till your knuckles bleed
I'll write in blood until the morning
You're violent in your sleep
You're violent in your sleep
Render me shitty
Tired, stupid, lonely
There's always some new
There's always a new
There'y always some new only
So render me shitty
Tired, stupid, lonely
There's always some new
There's always a new
There's always some new only
You're the reason why
My bed is less desirable
Punch me 'till your knuckles bleed
I'll write in blood until the morning
You're the reason why
My bed is less desirable
Punch me 'till your knuckles bleed
I'll write in blood until the morning
You're violent in your sleep
You're violent in your sleep
This hurts more than we planned
This hurts more than we planned
(Love is an impulse, drives us to someone special)
This hurts more than we planned
(Love is an impulse drives us to someone special)
You're the reason why
My bed is less desirable
Punch me 'till your knuckles bleed
I'll write in blood until the morning
You're violent in your sleep
You're violent in your sleep
This hurts more than we planned
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I've known you since I was a kid
Loved you ever since then
You taught me rhyme schemes and hope to cope with everything
But I still feel sick
I've seen you in all of your forms
I've seen you quietly performed
I've seen you shout and screamed and hollered
by true heroes and cowards, souls that we're truly torn
I've known you since I was a kid
Loved you ever since then
You taught me rhyme schemes and hope to cope with everything
But I still feel sick
Without you I couldn't live
Without me you'd be alright
I'm sure you'd find another heart to ensnare
As I exhale the air
That would lay me down for the rest of time
I remember what my uncle said
he said, "Boy, don't you give up on this."
He said, "That's some set of tools that you're working with
You better use them while they're at their sharpest"
Then he said, "Oh, no don't cha listen to me.
I'm just old and tired dreaming 'bout dreams
That left long ago on a cruise ship while I was stuck here
'Cuz life got in the way."
Why does life always get in the way?
Why does it seem like we're moving slowly
Sometimes it takes precision
Sometimes it takes real tact
Sometimes it takes something I just don't have
Sometimes it takes something I just don't have
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