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Hit & Run
02:52
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I hear it comin, the trainʼs rollinʼ, you feel the rumble & Itʼs cominʼ in hot.
You feel the heat, & fan the flames with gasoline, like everybody told you.
I feel roughed up, Iʼve had enough, you should try it-humility is free.
Iʼm waiting for defeat, Iʼm waiting for the storm, Iʼm waiting for the war, thunder
sounds convenient.
Take a chance, try it out, maybe luck will strike again (HA!).
I hear it comin, the trainʼs rollinʼ, you feel the rumble & Itʼs cominʼ in hot.
You feel the heat, & fan the flames with gasoline, like everybody told you.
Iʼm interested, & fully invested; mentally infested, clearly dejected.
Like a hit & run, left in the street, itʼs an all out war, who sent the hit man?
Action. Reaction. Reciprocation- I just canʼt hate enough.
Iʼm trying to tell you, just as fast as I can, Iʼm still angry & itʼs driving me mad.
Depreciation of invested self, itʼs a wash but youʼre out of lye.
Go back to square one, pick up the pieces & try.
Youʼre fighting fire with fire, you fan the flames with gasoline. You clutch you chest
& you wonder why you just canʼt breathe. You canʼt start without a spark, canʼt
finish without a mark, wonʼt listen without a reason, why the fuck would you start
now?
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2. |
Machismo
03:03
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Donʼt care: How you think you know what youʼre talking about, how itʼs better to
stay shrunken down, how it makes you uncomfortable to think- you spent your
whole life living life as a creep. (Am I out of line yet?)
Donʼt care that itʼs too big of a pill, swallow it whole, against your will. Silence
yourself long enough to think about how mad youʼll be youʼre not living your
fantasy.
Iʼm trashy. Iʼm fowl.
You keep on tryinʼ I just canʼt get down.
But youʼre different, & youʼre so sweet-
Heart you drive by cat callinʼ on the street.
I keep talking, but so do you:
I just donʼt think Iʼll ever get through.
I told you once, Iʼll say it again
I was born trashy but Iʼll never be your fantaSEE
what Iʼm talking about. I wish I was making this up. Dull my patience sharpen
my distain, you can ooze machismo but stop driving me insane.
See! What Iʼm talking about? I wish I was making it up. I love a good bonehead but
I canʼt hang with a numbskull, all these dips hits keep on wasting my time.
(DONʼT CARE…)
You keep on trying I canʼt get down, stop doing the creep, biggest punisher in
town.
Iʼm tired, whatʼs new?
Wake me up in a day, hope for something new.
Still the same-iʼm done with this.
Too dim to even catch onto quick wit.
I canʼt decide, which one it is:
Overly entitled or just a major threat?
I told you once, Iʼll say it again-
I was born trashy but Iʼll never be your fanta-
(SEE!…)
Go on living life as a creep, you still donʼt even get it (you wonʼt). Change my mind.
I just donʼt care.
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3. |
Bastard
03:19
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The world is a bastard.
We already know the reason. & how itʼs done- they beg & plead & somehow:
We are still so goddamn primitive, our hands are still covered in red. Glass walls
are still lined in blood. Somehow you still donʼt know the truth.
Cite their iron will to line their satin pockets.
Ignore the process, enjoy the profits.
Say your prayers, & fall in line.
Itʼs how it is, itʼs human nature.
We already know the reason. & how itʼs done- they beg & plead & somehow: they
still donʼt know the truth.
We already know the reason. Even when our hands are tied, we canʼt be
overpowered by complacency in a nation valuing convenience, see?
Assert: their dominance. Excessive force, they use it. They steal their innocence.
Minimum sentence- theyʼll get it.
Cite their iron will to line their satin pockets.
Ignore the process, enjoy the profits.
Turn your head. Shrug it off. Accountabilityʼs so fucking scarce.
The world is a bastard.
We put up walls, call ‘em factories.
Lock them up. Fill the cages.
Itʼs where they belong- couldnʼt be more wrong.
They canʼt move they canʼt breathe, theyʼve got no rights.
The wrong pigs are slaughtered. The wrong heir is dirty.
The world is a bastard.
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4. |
Hard Grudge
02:10
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Systemʼs out to get us everyday.
I canʼt stand it. & Iʼm always right. Here comes the goon: a real, no good, son of a
bitch.
The goonʼs trying to hold us down, our discomfortʼs selfish.
Culturally numb, instinctually inadequate.
Open up & bleed, we know what you mean.
Never seen a grudge like this before.
The goons are here, theyʼre feeding off us.
Theyʼre trying to wear us down.
Break our will, lose our trust, keep us desperate.
Tease a check, track us down, hold us up.
Theyʼre trying to tell us: how to be, what to do, how to look, where to go.
Itʼs funny to think: a number, a threat, would work.
Hereʼs the goons, theyʼre comin for ya, with stars in their eyes.
Here, the goons, they try for order, but we hate, they cry, we despise.
Goonʼs comin in from both sides, theyʼll all be shot down. Whoʼll be the next in
line?
The system doesnʼt work
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5. |
Life/Death Complex
03:06
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You gotta give it to them: 17 years, the age of quarrel.
Have you ever seen someone so special, light up a room, & steal the whole showturn
out so jaded?
But can you blame them?
Your words donʼt hold any weight, constant headache, a bunch of white noise.
The message is love, the message is death.
Sometimes I forget you canʼt change the past.
Itʼs taken years to get to that.
He found his drive, he showed me mine. Contagious laugh, always had my back.
Keep holding onto that moment in time: he never missed a beat.
The same song on repeat. The same song on repeat.
I wish I wouldʼve been there. I wish I couldʼve given you the world.
The message is love, the message is death.
Sometimes I forget you canʼt change the past.
Itʼs taken years to get to that.
You gotta give it to them: 17 years, the age of quarrel.
Have you ever seen someone so special, light up a room, & steal the whole showturn
out so jaded?
But can you blame them? I hate to say I told you so.
He found his drive, lead foot on the gas, & one final laugh, compressed in time.
I wish I couldʼve given you the world. I wish I couldʼve given you the world.
I get called cold blooded, I just know how to grieve now.
Kicked out on the streets, more times that I know.
Itʼs never been your fault, been years of mental assault.
Mad when you pick yourself up, mad when you let yourself down.
Years of embarrassment, turned into resentment.
It bred resilience, you gotta go. You hold my heart, so donʼt let go.
I know youʼll find a way, I never shouldʼve left you there.
Tell ‘em to find the nearest fucking hell- youʼre full of resilience.
You gotta go.
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6. |
Bone to Pick
03:03
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I got a bone to pick:
I gotta tell you not everybodyʼs innocent.
Itʼs complex, itʼs delicate. So heavy, I think I gotta think this through.
Iʼm tired of waking up, & Iʼm tired of seeing this unfold.
I run out of things to say but I really gotta say ‘em to you:
I got a list, & everybodyʼs on it. Just counting down the days.
Itʼs not angst anymore. Itʼs flat out despair.
Itʼs a problem. & itʼs wearing me down, baby.
Iʼm taking my time, ainʼt no easy way out, gotta keep showing up because:
Youʼre a problem. & itʼs wearing me down, honey.
Iʼm talking to you, it feels pretty gross- Iʼm trying to get through to you.
Iʼd love to sit this one out. Thatʼs not an option, am I doing enough?
Iʼm not sweatingʼ, but youʼre stressing me the fuck out.
I donʼt care about your ethics, or manipulated politics,
Never again is what you said, whatʼll change from the time before?
Iʼm trying to get through to you.
I donʼt know what else Iʼm supposed to do.
Iʼm fed up with every fucking one.
Iʼm trying to get through to you.
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7. |
Mental
01:29
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Walkinʼ round in circles, lookin for a new vice
Heard about the new wave, doesnʼt seem to add up right
Canʼt wrap my head around it, a new breed, a new life!
& I go & youʼll go, here we are all mental
Test our patience, weʼre all patients, weʼre all so mental
& I go & youʼll go, here we are all mental
Spinnin round, flipping out, turns out weʼre all mental, help us please!
Whaaaaaaaatʼs going on?
Iʼm tuning out, no Iʼm flipping out.
I donʼt want your advice, I donʼt wanna hear it.
Iʼm not buying your agenda, I just donʼt wanna pay your price.
Walkinʼ round in circles, tryna get my head right!
I go, you go, mental.
Hahahahahaha-weʼre nuts.
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8. |
New Kind of Dag
02:32
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Welcome to the rat race!
Dripping sweat, Itʼll only get hotter form here.
Stop stressingʼ out, youʼre never gonna catch your breath.
Weʼre all dogs down here.
Iʼm a new kind of dog.
Come home & take me on a walk.
Youʼll tell me that you love me.
Put my collar on.
Iʼll: sit for you, lie for you, take the blame, wait for you.
Iʼll be loud for you, rely on you, obsess over you, Iʼll never leave.
What I canʼt understand, is what itʼs like to be a man, in love with a new kind of
dog.
More of a trophy, in high demand, make sure we know who the master is.
Fill the void, companionship, what makes them king?
Then tell me why the obedient eyes are the only ones with a soul?
& tell me why is it exclusive? What about the plate, gender, & race?
I love a good boy but it still rings true, dogs: they really do, have all the luck.
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9. |
Art of Posing
02:01
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I donʼt know how to solve your problems.
Why you got so many of them?
All I see you do is pose, all I know how to do is flex.
With a pocket full of cash thereʼs no turning back.
Pulling up & cutting loose.
Buckle up, weʼre going for a ride.
People keep kicking in doors, theyʼre all a nervous wreck
But I know my rights from wrong, I know my friends are strong
With a pocket full of cash thereʼs no turning back.
Weʼll breathe. Repetitions: weʼll get ‘em in.
Weʼll watch the world burn.
Why you got so many problems- youʼre just a nervous wreck
Your hands are a bloody mess, you canʼt even flex.
Youʼre painting the town, all these signs, full of empty words
Make it a little louder next time.
Make sure they can hear you from hell.
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10. |
Poor Execution
04:31
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Living & dying, laughing & crying.
Pure man you donʼt stand a chance.
Iʼm spreading myself thin, trying to stretch my time, trying to flex my mind.
They keep telling me Iʼm born to lose, & thatʼs a fact. I got a bad feeling, taking
over my brain.
Poor execution, itʼs ruining me.
I know what you mean, but itʼs not worth anything.
Poor execution, itʼs killing me.
Too smart to oblige, too dumb to apply.
I know my worth, it doesnʼtʼ convert. Face value is wrong, been in it far too long.
Tried to seek the truth, itʼs a sure fire shot.
No matter how loud we are, things just never work out.
They never fucking do.
Iʼm spreading myself thin, trying to stretch my time, trying to flex my mind.
They keep telling me, Iʼm born to loose, & thatʼs a fact.
With a heavy chest, that donʼt mean much, I know, I gotta give it up.
I know my worth, it just doesnʼt add up.
Iʼm always down, but I been down too long.
Itʼs a bit of a dilemma, my arms twisted back, how can I win when Iʼm spread so
thin?
A whole lot of pressure but still nothing to show.
Poor execution, itʼs ruining me.
I know exactly what you mean
Poor execution, itʼs killing me.
Too stubborn to try, too pissed to tell lies- Fuck I care?
*I know, I know*
I never once did acknowledge shame, knew it as part of the rich manʼs game.
Itʼs a mind fuck, I donʼt mind, fuck.
See it coming from a mile away.
Looking for the better deal & it might be death
& theyʼre running all the way to the bank.
Weʼll find out, what you been looking for.
Was it power, sweet sweet power & lies? & how you brainwashed us?
I canʼt believe I feel for it.
I tried to blame the stigma. It wasnʼt it. I canʼt believe I fell for it.
Itʼs a lawless cycle, itʼs a bunch of mind games. & the victim only gives them more
power,
& gets them off, what about the struggle?
I tried to blame the stigma. It was circumstance. I know, I gotta give it up.
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