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Space Cadets
03:12
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I can’t go anywhere with you
I can hardly keep myself in line
I’m twitching and my nerves are flared
I’m so anxious wanna rip my face to shreds
Postmodern trash with junkie dreams and an art school grad
Obsessed with living fast, curious with an excess of cash, oh no
Is this how we die?
I can’t go anywhere with you
I can hardly keep myself in line
I’m twitching and my nerves are flared
I’m so anxious wanna rip my face to shreds
Two blown out space cadets
Tight lipped til dawn
When the sun does crack they
Light up like matches
We’re low on milk you know?
It’s almost gone
Oh fuck your milk, Joe
My legs are numb
But we’re out of milk though
But, but my cereal
Go fuck your cereal
I can’t feel my tongue
I can’t go anywhere with you
I can hardly keep myself in line
I’m twitching and my nerves are flared
I’m so anxious wanna rip my face to shreds
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2. |
Valiant Stream
02:29
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“He won’t do it,” they said
“I mean, come on, if you don’t do it then you’re scared”
Oh all the frat boys whistled
And the liberal chicks with the hairy pits they raised their fists
That’s when I pissed
Oh I pissed
One valiant stream
One for the team
Wish I knew what’d come next
A mass change from cheering and chanting my name
Just a raging shitstorm
From strangers and friends, and anonymous kids on the internet
Because I pissed
Oh I pissed
From atop the roof
Into a crowded pool
I’m over it
This collective hivemind groupthink bullshit
What did you expect?
You fuckers bet me, pressed me, dared me
“He won’t do it,” they said
“I mean, come on, if you don’t do it then you’re scared”
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Headband
03:24
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Close all your bank accounts
Take out all your cash
Tell your mom to relax, tell your dad to get off the couch
Cops are coming, scanner’s buzzing
People talking, texting, paging, calling
I’ll be there in a few
But wait!
Don’t forget the headband
That’s our signature look
Oh wait!
Don’t forget the headband
That’s what makes us cool
I heard them broadcast our names
Damn good description of your face
Newscaster warned: avoid at all costs
Beware of us
Hey, I’m across the street
See the cameraman?
Now look left by the fence, there’s a car, that’s where I am
I’m just hangin, acting cunning
People talking, texting, paging, calling
We should probably leave
But wait!
Don’t forget the headband
That’s our signature look
Oh wait!
Don’t forget the headband
That’s what makes us cool
I heard we made the front page
They’ve got the feds on our case
In bold black print: armed and dangerous
Beware of us
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4. |
Interlude
01:03
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Sunshine, you don’t ever listen
You heard my last album
Told you “go tell it to…”
This ain’t any different
Done being passive
Shut up about it
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5. |
FSS
02:42
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Suddenly you’re gone and I am swimming in confusion
Can’t understand, can’t wrap my head around the reasons why
Makes no sense
At this time
It makes no sense
Makes no sense
Makes no sense
Makes no sense
What the fuck were you thinking of?
I can see us hangin out
What the fuck were you thinking when you took that last breath?
This is always weighing on my mind
i’ll hold back and refrain from going off
Let the critics do their thing, oh they can talk
I love you and I know
When you’ve settled with yourself, when it feels right
I know you’ll tell me why
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6. |
Too Much Art
01:58
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Hate going to shows too many artists in the room
I’m overwhelmed by the hair and ironic tattoos
When raggedy jeans gets more critique than a James Jean print you know it’s time to
leave
Too much art in this room
Too many artists in this room
Too much art in this room
Tryin hard in this room
Once met a dude who told me with a straight face
That he’d die for his art so I asked what that is
He said I place colored cakes in white urinals
Add a bit of vibrance to something dull
Then I squint my eyes and I contemplate the odor profile as I urinate
Take a step back and adjust it so, frame it with my hands in a rectangle
When the piece is done, you’ll never know, I sneak out the bathroom through the back
window
Too much art in this room
Too many artists in this room
Too much art in this room
About to barf in this room
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7. |
No Shade
03:39
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Have you ever noticed there ain’t no trees in the ghetto?
Have you ever noticed that there ain’t no damn trees in the ghetto?
Hardly any shade
Just some hot ass days in the ghetto
Laid out on the lawn with a squirt gun pointed at the sun
This dry heat hit me like a stampede of wildebeests, I’m fucked up
Left my bike on the curb now it’s fucked up
Neighbor ran it over cuz I fed his dog a cheeseburger, onion rings and a soda
Told his wife she look like a blonde gorilla
It’s so hot I can’t think right
I’m self-diagnosed with a case of “brain is fried”
It’s so hot I can’t think right
A cryogenic freeze is starting to sound quite nice
Took a piss on the asphalt
Got distracted looking at the blacktop get blacker
Failed to see the kids playin basketball
Cops were called
Ghetto bird
Now I’m registered
Fuck it
It’s so hot I can’t think right
I’m self-diagnosed with a case of “brain is fried”
It’s so hot I can’t think right
A cryogenic freeze is starting to sound quite nice
It’s so hot I can’t think right
I’m sitting on the couch with my tongue just hangin out
I’m sitting on the couch with my tongue just hangin out
I’m sitting on my tongue with my couch just hangin out
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8. |
My Socks
02:31
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We’re so mad, we don’t give a fuck about your badge
Your combative stance
You’re just someone’s dad, someone’s son
Don’t test us, we can turn the tables make you run
Take a massive dump
In police issued trunks
That ain’t fun, that ain’t that ain’t fun
Would you put your arms away?
Let me straighten out my shirt
I could use a smoke
This headlock hurts
Get your knees off my chest
I’m a goddamn mess
Gotta work in ten
And then you question why you gettin no respect
The whole block knows
You get off on flauntin your control
And if the mood gets tense
We’ll call it self-defense
So let’s unload, let’s just let’s unload
Would you put your arms away?
Call your dog off my leg
He deserves a break
Tell your mom I’ll be late
Got no cause to be stopped
But now I’m shot
Have you seen my socks?
Have you seen my socks?
Let the record show that you were kidding when you pulled the trigger so you face no
charge, who the fuck you are?
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9. |
Trail Marks
03:02
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You can tell where I’ve been
By the trail marks on my skin
All the hell that I’ve seen
All the things I wanna leave behind
Everyone that crashes
knows what love is
It can set you straight
Or it can put you away
Pull tight and fasten
Got my hands shakin
I don’t care what happens
Cuz pretty soon, oh I’ll be there
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