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Albun
01:32
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Nicely done
Things will be different when it’s done
Thank you in advance
For all the nice reviews and shit I’ve won
Where’s that Half album at
Told em all don’t even trip
Thin cloth in these fists
You know one day it’s gonna rip
Don’t call up my phone
Don’t leave shit at the tone
Nothing like that rush
When you're leaving me alone
Half!
No hesitation
Just cave my face in
Order a drone strike while I’m spiraling my wine!
Yeah we take drugs, yeah I just ate drugs
I don’t mind a cut bag, I’ll keep it right by my nutsack
Fill my coat with drugs
And leave me to the bugs
I’ll sink into the earth
Left all my things with Burt Murder
...Further down the line
You’ll find the years of time
You were always a fan
You were always so kind
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You would lose your mind, your mind, and besides your mind is full
You would laugh, you would laugh, you would fall, in the grass, and you'd want to
But don’t look too long, don’t chase no passion down, don’t give no handle
Get right on your bike, and a bike and a bike and a bike and a get it home
You done it right when you done it right
I’m so tired of your good advice
Weather’s gone and the weather’s come
Colorful trail where my feathers gone
I study this and I study that
Tenured position at the summer camp
In one ear and the other’s gone
Vision of death when I walk around
What do you do for fun, just for fun please break your bottle on my skull
My skull, my skull, looks homely with that wool pulled way down
My gift, my treat, please take me in the street and fuck my mind up
Young miss, young miss, if you must give the lad a kiss don’t look behind ya
You done it right when you done it right
I’m so tired of your good advice
Weather’s gone and the weather’s come
Colorful trail where my feathers gone
Beat up hat on a beat up head
Won’t stop till my whole body’s dead
Leaking brains in your buddy’s car
Leaving stains on your buddy’s art
Lantern burn
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Skin thrashers
02:45
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Want a clever strategy, I can never really figure out these people
Give you time of day, then throw you away on the weekends
Dawning of the day means a drawing of the shades
Now I’m really fuckin blanking on them details
Baby I’m the worst, baby I’m a vessel for evil
High on the dung
They been shoveling up
Deep in their crush
Convince you to self destruct destruct
Ready to brush
Reluctant to touch
It built up so much
In your head on the bus
...And you do attract them
And you do attract them
And it is your problem
But it wasn’t back then
Sometimes they wanna see your heart and walk in
Sometimes that veil is so thin on their need to thrash skin
On their need to thrash skin
Fuck!
Dogs walking through the night through the underbrush
Got clever little coats when you’ve done em up
...Used to be just one now there’s another one
Hope they never find you in the wild with your stomach up
Dark greasy shepherd, boots is cracked leather
Feeds them in the meadow
Leaves and fallen petals, nasty when it’s wet out
Leads em like the devil
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4. |
Fake face
01:12
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Don’t you get tired
Of wearing that thing
Doesn’t seem fair
How do you get air
Don’t you get bored
When you chase em all around
For their elegant disease
For their elegant disease
Band called they want you but with one stipulation
Smash your fake face and take a look at who you're facing
Think I should’ve paid attention but I didn’t see a reason
Eight bucks worth of smoked salmon is decent
Everyone around you
Gives two thumbs up
And I know you still fuck
While your face is so numb
I hope you are well
I hope you didn’t plan it
I hope you weren’t thinkin
When you left me so abandoned
Bright blue when I'm coolin and pink when I’m hatin
Your face and my heart on one field of sensation
Yes im scraping the barrel for what I done lately
I suppose I made Half and I drove myself crazy
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George town
03:32
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No grocery store
No centerpiece
Ain't much when you open your eyes
An airplane’s underside
Vision is strong
Vision is strong
Watch out whose ankles you're scraping now
Catch me all in my feelings when I do the dash!
Well it wants to breathe, you mannequins
Picture a time, when they roamed the streets like animals
I was a child, breaking bricks in the alleyway
This one’s for you
Still holding on
Who knows for how long
Little cash in the drawer and looking fashionable
Turn the light on to see, as I sit down to pee
Bill Nye’s facial features on my brain stem, so entertaining
Crazy place to put a city but I guess I can’t blame them
Dark of the night, got a lump in the throat its chokin everything
No one’s alright, but we keep it calm and like sensible
Honest to god, it sent me looking for god in your honesty
This one’s for you
Still holding on
Who knows for how long
I weigh various lbs
Hundred seventy lbs
Hundred sixty lbs
Big wall of water!
Tree through a building!
Would you believe the natives tried to tell em!
Save my family and friends!
Evacuate my family and friends and let it all be destroyed
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Futility stick
01:09
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Cucumber flavor in the stick
Nice nice nice nice nice
Don't need to go get fresh air
Don't need to ever think twice
It fell deep somewhere in the car
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Don't need to ever get bent
Unless that stick gets stuck
Breeze down the 95
Or sit at my computer like a goon
Got a new lease on life
And I never leave a stink in the room
Sucking on a computer
You can go ahead and laugh
Doesn’t fuck up my throat
When it comes time to make half
Suck (x4)
Vape (x4)
Long for a baby bottle
But a real man doesn’t do that shit
And they promise it’s not for kids
And I don’t always have to spit
Bad dream got me on the asphalt
Legs pinned under a MAGA truck
Never felt so good to be awake
So I suck suck suck suck suck
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Vision of death
05:02
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Watching night descend
All’s straight in the end
Evil melodies
East coast energy
To be a fly on the wall
To be the mist on the door
You would expect him to thrive
You would wish there was more
Better part of a year
No controlling the fear
Drink container to crush
Four corners to dust
Arrows in his skull
Gallery was full
Insides on display
For crimes against good taste
Lie down... like I’ve died!
Never to move again
Dragged down where there is no light
Corpse man will walk the night
Oo you got a quest you're on
Oo you got a quest you're on
Angels chime in with the rest of em
Why do you gotta question em?
Seasons in a rotted state
Eyeballs never stay in place
Cool breeze on an open face
Oo no place to run
Oo no place to run
Years are racing on
Oo am I wasting em?
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