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Oh My
03:31
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Well I just wrote the prettiest kinda note, the kinda thing that they call prose
And if it don’t start to melt your cold little heart, well your lack of a soul it shows
They say play it cool but I call them a fool
Cuz you know how I wear my heart
Like a cigarette pack on the arm of a boy who’s jacked and I think you need a dart, c’mon now
Oh my my
I know I should have tried
But I can’t lie, girl you get me high
And oh my dear
You say that you still care
And that’s all, all I want to hear
She read my words, told me that love’s for the birds, looked away with a sigh
Flipped them locks, told me that I should kick rocks, but that I’m a hell-of-a-guy
Well I won’t lie, if I’m a hell of a guy
Why you make me hurt?
She said sweetly That’s how it is loving me
Now I'm gonna make you work, on your knees boy
I know...you don’t catch feelings but I go still throw them your way
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2. |
Too Hot
05:41
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Woke up this morning looking for sun
But the light coming through was a washed out kinda one
An old man knocking saying don’t drag your feet
Yeah that’s easy to say when you’re not ground hogging on repeat
Hey mister can you show me that sweet dance move
Like your heart ain’t been broken and you ain’t got nothing to lose
Let’s put the top down hit the 401
And show these ragged-ass souls the real meaning of fun
Well, well we’re not too hot for hell
Well, gotta make this smile here gel
with my soul and our goals in life
Yeah we’re all doing well
Well, keep on dancing because we’re doing so swell
Woke up this morning ready or war
But when things feel this good you don’t need to fight anymore
The old man flipping pennies by the window
pass or fail, stay or bail, it’s more fun when you don’t know if
start or end a foe or friend, brand new bag or same shit again
I’m just doing drugs and waiting for this universe to bend
Let’s burn some rubber down the 407
Cuz the dirty ‘Shwa is just dirty enough to feel like heaven
Well, well we’re not too hot for hell
Well, gotta make this smile here gel
with my soul and our goals in life
Yeah we’re all doing well
Well, keep on dancing because we’re doing so swell
Woke up this morning with my knuckles in pain
From a fist fight and some Ollie Williams shit (it gon’ rain)
Telling old guy we got to put the top up
But we’re shaking him hard and he’s not waking up
Oh Lord, what you go do
When the lights, sirens and reality come for you
Well you could face the music But we choose to abuse these dance shoes
Have you heard the news??
Well, well we’re not too hot for hell
Well, gotta make this smile here gel
with my soul and our goals in life
Yeah we’re all doing well
Well, keep on dancing because
Now we are in hell
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3. |
Mayday
04:55
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Sail…on
seas that never change
Strange how
miles and miles all the while the waves stay
like a painting on the wall
we made but we’re scared to change at all
I will never change
I will rearrange
what it means to be
living happily
I am not the one
I don’t have a gun
I don’t have a name
can only exclaim
Mayday, mayday
I’m not okay
Come save my life
Sale…on
everything I own
strange how
expressionless my phone sits not one
responder talk me down
But when I hit the streets I’ll be the talk of the town
I will never change
I will rearrange
what it means to be
living happily
It’s too late to run
what is done is done
I did send a flair
But you waited years
Don’t let me down
Don’t let me drown
Don’t let me down
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4. |
Red
05:44
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In the night, I’m begging truths and rights
How can such and angel be
She lay out before me in the morning
And asked me what do I see
Well I saw red
I got the body of a demon in my bed
Change overnight
Tryin to tell me that we gonna be all right
Oh yeah..
Oh yeah lie to me
Now I’m running
Don’t know if I’m chasing or being chased
Just know I’m not fast enough
Somebody screamed from the pulpit
“You gotta go ahead and apprehend the culprit”
Burst into the room, saw myself and it was rough….I’m telling you
’s why I said
I got the body of a demon in my bed
Why did my face turn red
Is from all the evil swimming in my head
Oh yeah.....
I swear there’s hope for we
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