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Commercial Pleasure
02:01
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Start ‘em young, gain our trust, set us up for failure
Kick us when we’re down, bill us when we’re up
The same people with the blood on their hands- are the same people telling us our brains are broken
Must be a disease, this thing that’s wrong with me
Give me the quick fix, saw it on tv
The same people with the blood on their hands
Why don’t I see you in the lobby, at the doctor’s office?
Why do you get the privilege of autonomy?
What’s the name of your disease? (ugh)
Prosperity, is the disease
It’s killing youth, it’s killing me
If they can’t break our brain, they’ll break our will
If they can’t lock us up, they’ll feed us pills.
It’s a work, it’s a fucking work. We’re not in on it, just the experiment
Prosperity, is the disease
It’s killing youth, it’s killing me
If they can’t break our brain, they’ll break our will
If they can’t lock us up, they’ll feed us pills
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Give Me Action
02:46
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Yeah! Alright (for big Nick, alright)
Sweet sweet rock n roll
It’s the only life we know
Feel it in our bones, ain’t no one tougher
Ain’t nothin better, flippin the record
We got it bad cause we’re rockers (So bad)
We don't need your sympathy
We’ll be just fine on our own
Always gettin into trouble
And this is why we rock
Sweet sweet rock n roll, we’ll show you a thing or two
It’s all we know and we’re comin for you
Lose control, violent reaction. action, action,
I want action, because we’re rockers
Always gettin into trouble
And I’m just getting started
And this is why we rock
Something’s gotta give
OW!
I can say a prayer for you
I can say a prayer for you
We’ll keep on keepin on
We’ll keep on keepin on
This is how we move
What we were born to do
Ain’t no one tougher
Cause we’re Sweat rockers
And this is why we rock
And this is why we rock
And this is why we rock
And this is why we rock
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3. |
Pair of Dice
01:38
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When you make friends with the man
And shake hands with the devil
And get sold the dream
You go out of your way, you will
Put in your all
Tunnel vision focus
Til you realize you got got
There’s no repaying lifetime missed
Do what you love and you’ll never work
A day, in your life (HA!)
What a scam! The idea of work, the idea of labor
The idea that time is a recoupable favor
I fucking hate that I got got
Quality output
Sometime to strive for (Sure!)
An accomplishment
When did we take the bait?
Listen to the ones we hate?
Who gets to decide
What time warrants freedom
And what time is a crime?
What about my essence, what about what’s mine?
Oh that’s what you call it (Paradise)
Take it or leave it (Paradise)
Sure is a gamble (Pair of dice)
Have you earned it yet? (Paradise)
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Pure Display
01:58
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Pressure’s on, your knees are shaking
Say “we built you up” waiting for our payback
Heat is on, but you’re still cold
I’ll never drop it, love to see you fold
I’m a little shit and I’ll never stop it, I been through this before
Wide eyed change a pacifist, I heard you wrong it’s passive risk
Just gotta press, keep it moving, stay engaged
Why are you so difficult, we only want the best for you
I ain’t got the time
To listen to you whine
You don’t even know my name
You’re one in the fucking same
You tell me that you hear me
You tell me that you care
It’s all about looks, now you been shook
Can’t believe the disrespect, oh I’m just getting started
Squirrel away your money, throw it in a sack
Tie it up, throw it back
Sweat baby, a pure display of power
We’ll keep on going but the ruse is getting older
Sweat baby, You’ll monetize our anger
Run down for their fucking pleasure
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White Nectarines
02:18
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Don’t know what it’s like
To see the light
Hopeless on the surface
A privilege from the start
I know, you know, I’m just tryna buy white nectarines
I know, you know, I can tell you just what it mean
And it couldn’t have been timed any better
One fucking day after
A guided tour
United in grief
And it couldn’t have been timed any better
One fucking day after
Real repetitive history
Spineless economy
You think they care?
You think they care?
You think they care?
It’s designed this way
A fistful of dollars or produce
Too hateful to produce
Handled with care: Condition
Survival: sole black mission
You think they care?
You think they care?
You think they care?
All according to plan
I know, you know
Stick a knife in 9
I know, you know
Pull it out 6
That’s no progress, that’s not progress
But they haven’t begun to pull it out
They won’t even admit it’s there
Haven’t begun to pull it out
Won’t admit it’s there
Ignorant disbelief
Only unity through grief
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6. |
Bad Taste
02:51
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I keep tryin, to set it off, can’t get a word in (I been wrong)
I keep tryin, to get through, next in line, ain’t got no more time (I been wrong)
Let’s take a walk, against traffic, to prove a point (I been wrong)
I keep tryin, to set it off, can’t get a word in
You ever been wrong? You ever been right?
Ain’t it all just so fucking grand?
And it’s just a bad taste (I can’t spit it out)
And you’re only gonna waste (More than we got)
Is it really a bad taste (If that’s all we know)
Only havin a bad time (On someone else’s dime)
A bad taste, I can’t spit it out
And you’re only gonna waste, more time, than you got
I got a question for you
And it’s eating me alive
With all your time and all your fight, your entire soul
What kind of bad are you?
What you consume, what space you make, what space you take
What kind of bad are you?
And who told you and where’s your head, among the living or the dead
What kind of bad are you?
And how you talk, where you from, when you stand up
What kind of bad are you?
Bad taste
Bad guy
Bad day
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7. |
Love Child
02:25
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7. Love Child
Hang it up, work it out, expiration dates don’t wait for no one
Hang it up, work it out, this prescribed life on track for a slow death
Hang it up, a little discretion, tremendous cost of living even more for loving
Hang it up, work it out, expiration dates don’t wait for no one
Romance of purpose, the art of importance
Strain of choice, a hustle, a hassle, a new-found self-worth
Detrimental existence, the audacity to feel ok, exception to affection
Love child: it’s called love, child.
It hits ya, it hits ya, it hits ya, goddamn!
The very thought of a full heart
My own volition: a violation
The audacity to feel ok
Tremendous cost of living tremendous cost of loving
Work it out, work it out, yeah work it out
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8. |
Physical
02:14
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Have you ever seen moves like that?
Yeah I have too
Have you ever seen a beat catch up
And find the groove?
Have you ever known another body
Besides the one you’re in?
I bet you do, I bet you do
And still it moves and still it moves
Have you ever felt like someone else
And can’t shake the funk
That’s the physical challenge, just a little discomfort
Physical challenge, a little discomfort
And still it moves
And still it moves
We gotta find the groove
That’s true freedom, that’s true freedom baby
That’s true freedom, that’s true freedom baby
Save a dance for me
And as long as you’re movin (I want to move with you)
I want you to feel, to feel the way I do
I want motion, erratic forward motion
The sound of expression, the sound of confusion
it’s contagious, it’s contagious
The beat goes on, It’s a little intense
Just a little discomfort, purely physical
That’s true freedom, that’s true freedom baby
That’s true freedom, that’s true freedom baby
Ha!
And still it moves, and still it moves
We gotta find the groove
And still it moves
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A Real Good Time
02:13
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I’m against it, at the core, sort your trash better
I’m against it, at the core, pull yourself together
And it’s a charmed life, I been here once before
And it’s a charmed life, a brand-new type of chore
I live a charmed life, couldn’t ask for more, yeah alright
In a perfect world i’d know just when to share, but it’s got me (In a chokehold)
Bold if I dare, criminal if I care, feel like I’m (In a fucking chokehold)
An idea at best, always fail the test, turns out I didn’t learn anything at all
It’s a perfect world, a real cool time, a real cool life (Fuck)
It seems, a case study
Has gotten the best of me
Predictability: a test in perspective
Maybe, if you loosen up your grip
You’ll get the best version of me
In a perfect world, in a perfect place maybe (I won’t be in a chokehold)
Days passin by, what’s the cost of pleasure, tell me, an arbitrary measure
OK, Alright, i’ll be brand new (I’m not fucking new)
In a perfect world, a real charmed life, ok, i gotta go now
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10. |
Predisposed Paranoia
02:49
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Temporary paralysis has got a hold on me
I see you walkin down the street, creepin down a dark alley
Lookin over walls, lookin in my window
Watchin me sleep, you’re a real fuckin creep
Unnerved- you really got me this time
But I’m a real piece of work, I don’t let things die
It’s cool! A welcome existence
Lookin over my shoulder, every minute get a little bit bolder
Don’t need to screen my calls
Guardian angels watchin’ over me
Break in, Break it, It’s a Break in
Gonna freak out, hysteria set me free
Break out, Break out, the break down
Settin’ in , but you’ll never fuckin win
Temporary paralysis has got a hold on me
See you walkin down the street, creepin down a dark alley
Motherfucker, that son of a bitch
Took the safety net, thrive in uncertainty
Channel my hysteria, a welcome change, a new kind of rage
Paralysis, once the sun sets, a new solstice
This is what I’ve been fighting for
Only comfort, is discomfort
This is what I’ve been training for
Only comfort, is discomfort
I know this, is a losing game
I know it all too well. No sooner rot in hell
I know it all too well. No sooner rot in hell
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