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I gotta go
02:24
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baby i gotta go
youre the only hope i know
and you show that this is so unstable
and if youre going up
just know I'd rather cut the cable
but youre still on my mind
youre still on my mind
i am hoping and im waiting
for all of this to be fine
i used to live a life in fear
everything so insincere
and you prove
that it means nothing
when youre strong enough
to not think of it
i cant stand myself or you
surrounded by the shit i do
and i see that its a test race
but know that i still long
to cut your red tape
youre still on my mind
youre still on my mind
i am hoping and im waiting for all of this to be fine
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garbage
01:52
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what you see
what you feel
theres nothing in this life thats ever fucking real
i cant take i just break on my own
i cant live i cant die
everything that i do is i lie
i dont know i dont know i wanna be alone
they dont look they just stare
i am garbage thats torn everywhere
hope you burn hope i learn what to do
i cant hear i cant see
everything that i do chauffers me underground
underwater overweight i cant be cant be here cant be straight
im a dumb flesh machine
id rather be a puppet than a living thing
i cant dance i cant write im wrong
i cant sin i cant save im gone
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Crosstown
01:32
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I have just the thing to improve this conversation
a freestyle rap about gentrification
the food trucks hot
the beer tastes great
6 dollar fries and a side of the Surveillance State
and im the worst fucking version of myself
throw my conscience out the window in good health
my love for safety
cannot be sated
i have no soul so ill take yours and renovate it
planned scarcity and obsolescence put together
in walking distance of what you are taught to treasure
rent controls gone
the food is fresh
a pedi-cab will fucking drive me to my death
and it must be hard to take up so much space
looking for a population to perpetually displace
our love for safety
cant be avoided
why have a heart when i can take yours and employ it
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4. |
Another Day
02:08
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another day of self entitled introspection
another reason to hate fuck my own reflection
i drink and think and avoid looking in the mirror
when i think clearer ill start wishing that im six feet down
im sorry officer i dont match that description
im just a puppet of my failing intuition
please let me go dont take me back i wont recover
and if i lose myself ill never find another
please help me or just kill me, god im begging please
im hoping that someday its easier to sleep
another day that i look up and see a coward
its the same death i die each day i lose more power
life isnt sweet but you can be sweet to it sometimes
dadadadadadadadadadada line line
please help me or just kill me god im begging please
im hoping that someday its easier to breathe
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5. |
Social Savior
01:26
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I don't know where my social Savior lies
My hands shake and I hold back the tears in my eyes
In a bottle
In 10 whippets I drown
I'm the queen of bad choices, hand over the crown
I don't know where myspace messiah's at
Probably blessing my heart and watching your back
Take my evil
Forgive all my sins stat
I'm the sum of my weaknesses
(BLAT BLAT BLAT BLAT)
Bleezus Christ, black tar broheim
Tie me on, content and broken
I hate myself so much and I wanna die
I can't tell it your suffering is real
What I see dissasociates from what I feel
I'm a bad guest, youre a god awful host
Man, the world is your Facebook, so what did you post?
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Steeple
01:40
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this is the church
my ass gets the steeple
and i know that i am garbage to you people
cause you read 4 articles and ow you think you know what trash is
maybe fashion should have been one of your college classes
i hate this world
i hate that people have names
i dont want a girl
ill just play dumb video games or read the news
even though i know its bullshit
i still refuse to resist my own compulsions
and if drugs dont change my mind
ill masturbate the urge to die
ill punch a pillow till i cry
like mel gibson
well this is the curse
my ass gets the staple
the same motherfucker that you knew back in april
cause i dont change
and you dont bother
im stealing change cause i cant contact my mother
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In The End
03:00
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true love will find you in the end
but in the end, it doesnt even matter
good times are my only friends
and if were friends, it means youre just an actor
i dont know what im doing here
i dont know where to go
i dont know what im running from id rather be alone
true hope will leave you in the dust
and if im dust, i hope youre getting winded
this world can rot away your trust
and in its place
theres only your intentions
i hope i havent lost myself
i dont know how this ends
i just feel like the twin towers they photoshopped from friends
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Bip Jeffers Memphis, Tennessee
"Bips music speaks for itself" -Brennan Whalen, HEELS, WFMF
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