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Gravitron
04:19
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I portrayed an actor
Lines felt cold and stilted
Delivered subpar
So afraid of action
I lost parts per million
And blew out my heart
I portrayed an actor
Lip packed with acrylic
And head in my hands
Monetizing nausea
Crawled back to the trailer
To throw up gang signs
I bet on a handsome man
I've been on a tear again
I'm on the Gravitron
Feeling sick too much going on
I bet on a handsome man
I've been on a tear again
I'm on your favorite ride throwing up
Too much fluoride
I bet on a handsome man
I've been on a tear again
I'm on the Gravitron
Feeling sick too much going on
They beat down the kid
But I'm not a bitter man
I don't wanna live like that
I don't wanna live like that
I don't wanna be that
But I'm not a bitter man
I don't wanna live like that
I'm so sick of getting sick
I'm so sick of pulling the trigger
I bet on a handsome man
I've been on a tear again
I'm on the Gravitron
Feeling sick too much going on
I bet on a handsome man
I've been on a tear again
I'm on your favorite ride throwing up
Too much fluoride
I'll portray an actor
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2. |
Benefactor Headlock
03:53
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I wanna hook into a walleye
And I wanna help you anyway I can
So let me do the talk
And you can walk
I never had to live a hard life
But I still know how to make a mess
Did I tell you that I walked into wall?
Always taking the fall
Can't ever seem to recall
Yeah I want to
But the benefactor headlock has got me feeling so small
Yeah I want to get inside your head
But Tokyo, Japan has got you in its hands
And I am just a man
So I'll just fall until I'm not cool
Yeah I want to be strong
But I know that I'm wrong
Yeah I want to
But the benefactor headlock has got me feeling so small
Yeah I want to get inside your head
But Tokyo, Japan has got you in its hands
And I am but a man
So I'll just fall until I'm not cool
Oh you know the benefactor headlock
Has got me feeling so lost
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3. |
Fed
04:03
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Tell me something I don't know
Like how you're breathing
Tell me something about you
Like why you're creeping all the time
I've been fed for a long, long time
For a long, long time
And now I'm deep in
Let's go home for a weekend
And beat the heat kid
Tell me how I fit that mold
And beat out all other kinds
Strip me bare and kick me down
And I'll still come home on time
Every time
I've been fed for a long, long time
For a long, long time
And I would like to dedicate my time
For a long, long time
And if you strike me down now
I will be just fine
I will be alright
Like hell I'm bare
I'm down for it
Like hell I'm bare
You call, I'm there
Tell me something about you
Like how you're breathing
I've been fed for a long, long time
For a long, long time
And I would like to dedicate my time
For a long, long time
And if you're a federal agent
I will do the time
I will do that time
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4. |
Cleaning House
04:55
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I'm cleaning house
I'm bleeding out
Rare
He's dragging it out
Hung up on a falling out
And blue in the face
A night on the town
Waving a gun around
Rare
Well I'm done running around
I'm downed and caught up in your mouse trap
I need that home to call my own for an hour
I'm just another BA holding up and holding out
Until things calm down
I'm cleaning house
I've got a rag to douse
Rare
Well I've got hammers and nails, fool
And I've got plenty of rations too
Slender hand and a vision
I'll leave every decision to you
Well I'm done crawling around
I'm downed and caught up in your mouse trap
I need that home to call my own for an hour
Another BA holding up and holding out
Don't forget, you might be the key
I will be your mess
Well I'm done crawling around
I'm downed and caught up in your mouse trap
I need that home to call my own for an hour
I'm just another BA holding up and holding out
Be that as it may, you're still around
So stay around
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My lips are sealed
My Trojan horse
I'll be your good guy with a gun
I'll be your meal
My home's been torched
I'll be your bad boy magna cum
I can't help feeling so unwell
I just wouldn't touch this
I could write Running Up That Hill
But Kate Bush couldn't write this
I'll be your meal
My Trojan horse
I'll find you sleeping on the floor
My lips are sealed
My home's been torched
Found me in congress drinking blood
I can't help feeling so unwell
I just wouldn't touch this
I could write Running Up That Hill
But Kate Bush couldn't write this
I could write Running Up That Hill
But Kate Bush couldn't write this
No cap
I could write Running Up That Hill
But Kate Bush couldn't write this shit
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6. |
Handout
03:37
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Fifteen thousand crushed little dreams
New York has been so mean to Steve
He don't think he's lucky anymore
Fifteen pounds gone, another week
While a New York has-been takes time to grieve
I don't think I'm hungry anymore
Hands down
Fraternizing with the wrong crowd
Advertising with your tongue out
Troma subway, can't even breathe
I'm a New York has-been, so time to leave
Hands down
Fraternizing with the wrong crowd
Advertising with your tongue out
Fraternizing with the wrong crowd
Advertising with your tongue out
Fifteen thousand hot little dreams
New York has been so mean to Steve
He don't think he's lucky
Hands down
Fraternizing with the wrong crowd
Glaring at me with your hand out
But that's New York, baby
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7. |
Marissa
03:37
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Teacher ain't no rat, man
Pretty convict wants a lap dance
This week's envelope is looking light
Buzzcut calls me maggot
Marissa calls me faggot
I ain't no politician, but I can run
Told a handful of lies to Marissa
Just to be that dude
Told a handful of lies to Marissa
Just to be
I'll get my life in shape
And show you a happy man
It's one thing you ain't got
So don't be rude about it girl
Check your local high school
Those kids are graduating
I'm still just a sophomore
So I'm bound to do some waiting
I'll have my hat and my degree
It really don't mean too much to me
I might not be a hunk
But I'll be a man by then, love
Told a handful of lies to Marissa
Just to be like you
Told a handful of lies to Marissa
Just to be like you
I'll never waste my twenties like you
In limbo, girl
I'll sit here cross-legged drinking shoyu
With rowdy girls, girl
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8. |
Help a Friend
04:43
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I've been had, I'll help a friend
Same adjustment, shaving that same old head
I'll leave the light on, I'll help you down
Is it any wonder, we're mopping up tears again
Breakdown, heartache
Sometimes University
I'll make one more attempt to justify
Washed up, run down
Sometimes universally reviled
Revised recompense
Lay down and take off my shoes
I'll be one more review
That makes one more for you
I've been had, I'll help a friend
Same adjustment, shaving that same old head
I've been had, I'll help you down
Is it any wonder, shaving that same old head
The famous owing favors to you
You got them running all over town
Hey thanks for such a favorable view
Let me take you out in Germantown
Hey what's the matter with that?
I only got a little time left before my boss will replace me with a hologram
I got no problem at all
Unless you wanna drive a forklift forever kid
Moving boxes builds character but it just ain't for me
Lay down and take off my shoes
I'll leave one bad review
That makes one more for you
I've been had, I'll help a friend
Same adjustment, shaving that same old head
You write it down and you mail it out
You lick the stamp, you win again
I've been had, I'll help a friend
Any wonder, we're mopping up tears again
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9. |
Xbox
04:23
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I can't help but tout you
I've read all about you
On message boards
When's the tour, I'm there
My friends I'm bothering
With fun facts and trivia
I've got what a growing boy needs
I've got your first demo
And I've got the b-sides
I've been burning a dozen CDs
I can't help but tout you
I've read all about you
On message boards
When's the tour, I'm there
I take off my backpack
Sit down and relax
And throw you on
And boot up my PC
My world is so tiny
But I'm in the sweepstakes
For the chance to spend the day with you
So cool
I wish I could greet you
But I'll likely never meet you
So please write back
I'll tell you about my day today
I'm playing Xbox with my homies all day
Matt'll drive, we're stacking kills for days
She likes her britpop, so let's hit the UK
She's my ride or die baby
When it comes to dreaming about you
I'm the world's champ
Please quit your hollering
I'm a reasonable man
I'm your number one fan
Please quit your hollering
I'm a reasonable man
I'm your number one fan
Please quit your hollering
I'm a reasonable man
I'm your number one fan
Please quit your hollering
I'm a reasonable man
I'm your number one fan
I can't help but tout you
I've read all about you
On message boards
When's the tour, I'm there
I wish I could greet you
But I'll likely never meet you
So please write back
And tell me about your day today
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This time kid bought it hard
Took one shot and turned studious
But he can't help starting shit
And that's a dangerous trope
Dug down and DIH
But they just wouldn't let it go
Left hand keeps going numb
And it raps on an empty skull
Who said something unkind about who?
And who made you the king?
You should focus on cleaning your plate
And leave those dreams of being sheriff behind
Don't keep us waiting
On your resignation
This time kid bought it hard
Took one shot and turned studious
But he can't help starting shit
And that's a dangerous trope
Dug down and DIH
But they just wouldn't let it go
Left hand keeps going numb
Pairs well with an empty skull
You may dream of being famous online
But that is psycho shit, baby boy
You may fixy-ate on leaving your mark
As if that changes how you hug your ma
Don't leave me hanging
The heir apparent
This time kid bought it hard
Took one shot and turned studious
But he can't help talking shit
And that's a scary-ass trope
Big man posted up
Calling shots on his dirty-ass phone
Head back, take a bump
Then market your character flaws
Look at you, fucking breaking hearts with your punk squad
Fix your shit and get a job
With your smart mouth
This time kid bought it hard
Took one shot and turned studious
But he can't help starting shit
And that's a dangerous trope
Big man posted up
Calling shots on his dirty-ass phone
Head back, take a bump
And market your character flaws
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11. |
One Eleven
04:50
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Oh Marie, I fought it
But I gave in and bought it
I made a little bit of profit
For a while
Oh Marie, I caught it
But I still believe in the prophets
I wear a little bit of garlic around those those types
But I've been waiting on his reply
I scratched a number with my nail
You told me "give it a try" and I am
Miles away from bliss
I'm provoking him
I'm phoning it in
One eleven, my time to pray
What a lesson we've learned today
Water flowing all down his face
Tell me what did you learn today
Oh Marie, I fought it
But I caved in and caught it
I got a number in my pocket
That I'm gonna dial
But I've been waiting on your reply
Can you even really blame him
When his hand's in the jar
One day artfully induced
To torture me
And done deliberately
One eleven, my time to pray
What a lesson we've learned today
Always stumbling towards the grave
Tell me what did you learn today
I am caving in
I am wandering
Stifling a grin
One eleven, my time to pray
What a lesson we've learned today
Water flowing all down his face
Tell me what did you learn today
One eleven, my time to pray
Always stumbling towards the grave
One-eleven-one
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