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Intro (feat. joetaurone)
00:43
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2. |
Downwinders
02:26
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Here comes the wind
Good drive, by George the golfer
Air is kind of thin
Woozy and hints of sulfur
Doesn't think twice
Might be a hint of mustard
Gotta get home
Gotta go be a father
Meanwhile uptown
Steve makes a ton of money
Vegas is neat
Heat swelters when it's sunny
Gets his best girl
Heads off into the tower
No need to fear
The weather looks clear
Grab your best girl
(Nothing bad can go wrong)
Weather looks clear
(Will it be in 20 years)
Vegas is neat
(Sulfur air, nothings there)
Gotta get home
(Steve is fine, but whose to care)
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3. |
Fancy Business Degree
00:37
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4. |
Cannonball
02:48
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Bone snapped to quick to tell
The blast destroyed my cells
I feel like I'm in hell
But I'm not
Crawled out it tossed my car
How did I get this far
My life is stuck in tar
And I ache
It doesn't mean a thing
My ears just hear a ring
Like bees my arms they sting
I don't know, how to escape
My night was such a haze
I just want to be saved
This place will be my grave
So far gone, too far along
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5. |
Bushweed
03:22
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Trim the bushes
Cut the weeds
Kicked up dust
Is all I breathe
Breeze comes in
I start to freeze
Fire
Eats up all the trees
Run for cover
From the heat
Shattered voices
No where to run to
I am stuck
Inside a dream
Please wake up
I don't wanna do this
Life or death
It's time to choose
More or less time
To make a move to
I see flowers
Through the trees
Bright light shine on me
Just like the sea
A-to-mic De-sert Bomb
End-less win-ter Comes
Run for cover
From the heat
I am stuck
Inside a dream
Life or death
It's time to choose
I see flowers
Through the trees
My life
Gets caught down wind again
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6. |
Whack-A-Mole
02:28
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Magic tap shoes
Dance over you
Click your heels to
Find the green room
Hoops to shoot through
Arcade voodoo
It’s Time to play
I’m by the bay
Come, beat my score
Foam to use
Anchor your shoes
To, Hit the hole
Arms are sore
It’s not a bore
No, We don’t bowl
A game A name
To train For fame
It’s, wack-a-mole
Time to play
I’m by the bay
Come, beat my score
Foam to use
Anchor your shoes
To, Hit the hole
A game A name
To train For fame
It’s, wack-a-mole
Play to win
Hit the bin
Hammer in
Got a need to be
All the best
On TV
Can’t shake loose from me
Im the devil
By the sea
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7. |
Cheap Temporary Tat
02:16
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Walkin on the sidewalk
Found a pen and some chalk
Through the chalk away
Cause the pen had more to say
Got back to my home
Threw my friends a bone
Cheap tats only stay
Maybe just a day
Cheap Temporary Tat
On the street again
Found another pen
Multi colored hose
I know just where to go
Buddy's in his house
Quiet as a mouse
Got an evil plan
To doodle on his hand
Cheap Temporary Tat
I think i caught the bug
Ink is in my blood
Bloodshot eyes likes Fred
I think it's time for bed
In a wild haze
Find a place to stay
Ink all on my hands
And I think it's on my pants
Cheap Temporary Tattoo
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8. |
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Why are you still sleeping
I've been up
Get out of bed
Out of bed
I can see him breathing
So I go to look for
All my friends
All my friends
Has anyone seen Craig
Give me bacon or I'll beg
Don't make me lick your face
Or throw the garbage
In your way
Don't you know
I wanna play
Usually they're standing
But they're getting
In my face
In my face
Can't stop won't stop running
And the couch is
In my way
In my way
My super sonic speed
Is on
You can't catch me
My zoomies here 'till may
Oh what more can I say?
Don't you know
I wanna play
Has anyone seen Craig
Give me bacon or I'll beg
Don't make me lick your face
Or throw the garbage
In your way
Don't you know
I wanna play
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9. |
Solid State
03:09
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Sit down and take a breath
You've got nothing to do
I've got an entry level
Job for you to do
Payments weird
Life is odd
Times are strange
It's so bizarre
Take a break
Try to see
All the life
Beyond the trees
Stuck in a solid state
I seem to
Weigh a ton
Planes flying overhead
The clouds
Have left me stunned
(Try to) Get up
(Sit down) Stand up
(Feet down) Legs up
(Frozen) Not a care
For all this could be so slow
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10. |
Shitty Ink
02:52
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Please just write this
On my arm
It's my own good
Lucky charm
My friends think it
Brings me harm
But there's no need
To alarm
A face tattoo (I thought it'd be cool)
A barcode that'll (scan for Elmer's glue)
A poorly drawn (old crusty boot)
Stuck on my hands
Doodles and pens
And dividends
Newton's balls (I see 'em down the hall)
Star Wars crawl (I got it at the mall)
Action shot (I threw the dog a ball)
What did I think?
I'm in a stink
It's shitty ink
Please just get this
Off my leg
I don't wanna
Have to beg
Get my face stuck
In a keg
Wait has anyone
Seen Craig?
A face tattoo (I thought it'd be cool)
A barcode that'll (scan for Elmer's glue)
A poorly drawn (old crusty boot)
Stuck on my hands
Doodles and pens
And dividends
Newton's balls (I see 'em down the hall)
Star Wars crawl (I got it at the mall)
Action shot (I threw the dog a ball)
What did I think?
I'm in a stink
It's shitty ink
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11. |
Loud Sound
04:04
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Ugh not this again
The sounds too loud
No chance you slow down
Into the crowd
Must be that I’m not
Cut out for this
Woke up from a nap
Sand in my feet
I can’t find my hand
Drool on my cheek
I shake from the haze
Help from some tea
No way to foresee
What’s here for me
The fear helps to ease
What I can’t flee
I hope that your well
It’s hard to tell
Sometimes
The rain sounds loud
But that’s only outside
Thats a wild pitter patter
Guess this must be a sign
I’ll catch my breathe
Jump awake in my bed
To stand so fast
Feel the blood in my head
A walk downstairs
Just to ease all my nerves
The lamp sits still
As my thoughts dip and curve
To be down here
All alone with my mind
It’s calm me slowly
Now it’s time to unwind
My life gets caught downwind again
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12. |
Limbo
02:55
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Don't see much
Through my spotty eyes
Keep them closed
It's best not to try
Down the road
Shadows flying by
I don't have to try so hard to hear you
The birds making noise outside my window
The news came so fast I'm still in Limbo
I hope that my mind sticks through to see you
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13. |
Hollow Colo
03:26
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Right down to the colo hollow
The wind just seems to follow me
I don't wanna be a bother
But could I have some water, please?
I come far from Nevada
Up here the air seems nicer
I'm burnt right to the core
My fingers sore
And my feet up to my knees
Not sure what's wrong
Something's coming
I see it at the edge of town
Burnt out I'm roaming
Followed here with a shadow on my crown
It's coming in the night
One morning I saw a blast
Burn out the sky
I'm burnt right to the core
My fingers sore
My feet up to my knees
Not sure what's wrong
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14. |
Outro (feat. joetaurone)
01:10
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Cheesy Snacks Albany, New York
I can’t eat cheese
New album coming 2023
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