1. |
Need You Like
02:21
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You went to bat for me
I triple-played a loner
Gift-wrap your heart, you’re sweet
I’ll pickle it with the others
Act like he’s so surprised
When he knew very well
She’s as sharp as a knife
Careful, you could cut yourself
I need your love just like
I need a hole in my side
Side
Lashes are growing long
I’m getting bored, and boreder
You wanna bet on it?
Bet it on your favorite number
You’d leave your will to me
I’ll leave you broke and pleading
Coax with a silver tongue
Chewed the sugar out of this gum
I need your kisses like
I give a shit when you’re crying
Crying
Crying
Cry
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2. |
Reservations
02:02
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Saw that you sent me a song
And it made me so happy
I saved it to savor in bed, concentrate
Then I think
More and I sink
With the old reservations
You never told me that it would be different this time
But I want to believe there are reasons that
I just can't see
But I think I see
You've made your bed and there's no room for me
It's an old conversation
How you don't need anything?
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3. |
songForNeo
02:43
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So you thought it was over
But there he is
Looking up from your hand
I intend to forget how
We talk and we talk
And we just make sense
I'll begin again
Two to one, it don't add up
Things that you want
I don't think like that
Was it real? Did it happen?
Wishing I had
Put down the red pill
Now I know you exist
(Now get up again)
I'll begin again
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4. |
NYC UMTs
02:46
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Maybe we’ve got nothing interesting to say
But good hair day’s every day
Blacked out memories, it’s okay
The pictures remain
All you have to do is go to every party
You know all they want is proof
That you’re dedicated too
Dedicated to looking good, feel good
And you look so good
Crossing at the street
People turning
Like they want me
Grab the Super C
We got two kinds
You want heads or body?
No attachments
Loyalty is more for dogs than friends
You know Jagger? We’re obsessed with him
You can barely taste the weed in this
Have you ever heard you’ve
Got the face of someone famous
Deadstock Wrangler jeans
With some cocaine in the pocket
Follow-wallow me, yeah
Let’s go out and let’s get spotted
Work is only for ugly people with no money
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5. |
Dollars
01:33
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If I had dollar
For every dollar
I gave to Momma
I’d have a dollar
That time she needed
Some change for parking
I dug in my jeans
Well I got this, cha-thing
I don’t pay her phone bill but
I’m a good daughter
I give her calls every week
Might look at me not
See a good daughter
But that’s not what Momma thinks
My niece is fourteen
She looks at my life
Sees all the things I lack
She learned from my example
When she grows up
She’ll be stacking stacks
Is she right to aspire to affluence
How can I say when I don’t got two cents
Is she smart to queue into
Race with rats
I think Elsa is more like her grandad
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6. |
Getaway
01:55
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So you really think you’re gonna get away
By getting on a plane
With your tail tucked between your knees
Even after all the xannies that you take
You try your best to shake the thought that
He was all you need
No one can fill
Up your emptiness
No one’s gonna
Go clean your big mess
So you really think you’re gonna get away
By getting on a plane
Just fly to somewhere hot and easy
But the weather only follows you around
Like toilet paper found tacked to the bottoms of your feet
I’m a genius
Don’t touch me I’ll break
Your bones into
Little frosted flakes
Ask myself what if I’d fought for it
Then I remember that I did
Remember that I did
Remember that I did
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7. |
Butter
03:32
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What can I say, now I got time
Long sunny days, sleeping at night
Thought I could think, something would come
Walking the dog, throwing the ball
Simpler to be an echo than to talk
Fuck the police, everything's fucked
Butter and oil to make it go down
Everything's better with butter around and you got it
What you want
And you got it, just what you want
Reality through the TV
Just for an hour, one becomes three
Inflate your lips, shave your nose tip
Outline your eyes but their distance is set and now
She'll smile the biggest that I ever saw
Drugged in the bed
Simpler to be an echo than to talk
Covered in bandages bloodied but it's what she wanted
And she got
What she wanted
Is just what she got
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8. |
Monkey Do
02:01
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Quit riding past my place I’ll stop walking near yours
Pick up the clothing piled up on my new bedroom floor
I know my moves look bigger on some days
But you broke my heart in little ways
You ask me if I know how beautiful I am
Well if I say yes does that mean I’m a bad, bad woman
Don’t get my jokes don’t catch them when they’re made
I’ve been dimmed out in little ways
Monkey see
Monkey do
If you won’t let go
I won’t too
And I know your friends don’t like me coming back for more
But your friends don’t hear your promises behind closed doors
Well I hated you for loving me for shallow reasons
‘Cause when I loved you I really mean it
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9. |
Cursed Fortuna
01:12
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Dino it’s good that you got it good
But just remember Fortuna
Crashes around us in violent waves
She brings the shards with the smoothed out sea glass
When the wheel lurches dipping you down
Feel for the sand in your eyes
What difference is it if you’re asleep?
Can’t hold a memory more than a dream
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10. |
Aspartame
03:16
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I never told you
You’re just like aspartame
Sweet in a sickly way
Found out you’re bad for me late
You’ve got a problem
It’s not my job to tell you
Sit back check out hit mute
Twiddle my thumbs di di do
All that you made me say
At least it felt that way
Egg me on and
Take it on back and take it on back and
Take it on back and take it on back and
Always hold in what you’re thinking
Loosen up, pills for the clinking
Knock ‘em on back and knock ‘em on back and
Shoot ‘em back and shoot ‘em on back it’s
Written in stone
Stone wears to sand
Rotten love stinks
Give it a French bath
You’ve got a lil problem
It’s not my job to fix it
They wanna commentate
But they never knew your shit
Maybe the problem
Was I just felt so lucky
Just to have anything
Oh what I’d do ba da di
But n-no I wanted you
You know I wanted you
Wanted what you want too
Tears come on and
Choke ‘em on back and choke ‘em on back and
Choke it on back and choke it on back and
Wanted it then, thought I’d always
Want it forever, in all ways
Reel it on back and reel it on back and
Reel it on back and reel it on back and
Hold it in tight what you’re thinking
Force my eyes open no blinking
Knock ‘em on back and knock ‘em on back and
Shoot ‘em back and shoot ‘em on back and
Now I can fuck who I want to
Right now that’s no one but fuck you
Bring it on back and bring it on back and
Bring it on back and bring it on back and
The holes in your stories are king-sized
Soak up your wet brain with dry rice
Nurse it on back and nurse it on back and
Nurse it on back and nurse it on back and
Yeah go ahead think what you want to
Want it your way
Have it your way
What did I say?
What did I say?
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11. |
Party Jail
01:35
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Sparkling sidewalks line the crumbling monuments
Just another town without you in it
Life isn't perfect but photos can be
Got a picture of you, it's stuck in my head
I'm drowning in strangers' beds
Get ourselves locked up into a party jail
Their heaven is my worst hell
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12. |
I'm Not Crazy
03:26
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Swallowed questions go down wrong
Feel sick not knowing are you moved on?
“Fuck” spray-painted on a prom dress
If that’s not bad art then what is?
Keep the passion
For teenagers and foreigners
Can’t forget you
Though would the forgetting be worse?
I’m finished with self-preservation
Serve my heart up on the table
Made a dumb cliché of me
If this is wrong I don’t want to be
Right beside me
Is where we both know you belong
I’m not crazy
I say to the bug on my wall
I’m not above
Begging, I will do anything
Live on my knees
Piss into bottles, never leave
I’m not above
Begging, I will do anything
I’m not crazy
Piss into bottles, never leave
I’m not above
Begging, I will do anything
I’m not crazy
Piss into bottles, never leave
I’m not crazy
I’m not crazy
But I’ll never leave
I’ll never leave
I’ll never leave
I’ll never leave
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13. |
Mr. Horny Puke Man
02:53
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You know what I heard
You puked on Seventh and First
It’s hard, but you’re trying
To woo girls with your guitar
Your lechery, it will take you real far
Real far
Keep young, glistening gum
Fly high, close to the sun
Have your fun
Easy fun
And it’s fun oh easy fun
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Sloshed at Milk Bar
As talented as you are
What drives you is baseless
And well, you can’t dispute that
Just like you can’t unattack the barman
But he can
Ha he can
Attack back
Horny and in demand
We believe in your chances
Your chance
It’s your chance
It’s your chance oh
It’s your chance
It’s so fun to fuck someone
You can
Go all night
You’re flying high
Close to the sun
Good easy fun
Close to the sun
Good easy fun
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14. |
Fun!
02:33
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Sweet sixteen I get to take a spin
Windows rolled down wind’s all on my skin
T-boned by a speeding stoner hard
Momma’s Trooper’s totaled but what’s worse
Is it was fun
Back when legos built the world and more
Ships and spaceships, buildings with no doors
Good to learn but I’m no engineer
No, what I learned was just how good it feels
To smash apart
You get me off like breaking glass, like
Busted lips, like breasts and asses
Tug my hair and kill my mother
Where you go I’ll follow your
Destruction
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15. |
Self Sevice
03:05
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I took a look inside myself
I remember it
And it hurt like hell
But if I had fallen on softer ground
I wouldn’t have the scars
To remind myself
To forgive
Those who don’t ask for it
When the signs read wrong
It’s okay to quit it
It’s hard to know what’s true
Get told what’s best for you
And if you’re losing light
Rest your tired eyes
When I slip up I’ll trip up fuck up give it up ‘cause you know what it’s what happens
Hope I’ll tell myself
Cool it off let it breathe
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