1. |
over
02:25
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When will you know
I’m not like them?
Pulling apart --
Going for it --
All by your while
“Get up,”
“...stop falling apart.”
In time,
Not for
This life
It’s never with heart.
It’s never that hard.
Is it over?
Is it over?
“Ah, fine.”
“Are you over it?”
When will it pass?
I’m not like that.
Purple in hand
Before you crash.
Enter your room:
I know, “I won’t get over it soon.”
Before,
this moon,
By light,
I want to get up and now…
Want to get up and now
Is it over?
Is it over?
“Ah, fine.”
“Are you over it?”
Tell me will it be, oh,
Tell me when it will be over.
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2. |
ivy
03:16
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ivy— baby—
sweetheart—
you’re so insecure:
taking back your words.
Oh, lover—
loveless—
take me, take me by my hair;
take me to your lair.
Oh, ivy— sweetheart—
daydream—
speechless ain’t your thing;
tell me what you need.
hey-hey ivy— honey—
daydream—
fill me with your needs;
I don’t need to breathe.
Oh, I understand, always understand.
What’s the problem?
Oh, I understand, always understand.
What’s the problem?
Hold-up,
I get it.
I know that you meant it.
The distance between us,
the size of a planet.
It could have been nothing—
slow motion discussion.
I wake up with nothing.
(i wanna)
(i gotta)
(get away).
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3. |
checkin' out
02:05
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Coming-up empty,
I wanna get fired.
(Not ungrateful,
Ready to retire)
My life’s waiting for me,
waiting for me outside,
In my mazda miata, baby.
I want to get fired.
Have one, two, three better things to do
Than stand here all dry.
You left me hanging out to dry.
Coming up empty,
I wanna get fired.
I’m not ungrateful, baby, to anyone--
I want to retire.
My life’s waiting for me,
Waiting for me outside.
The car’s still running, running,
And I’m waiting not to be hung out to dry.
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4. |
crash
03:25
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Hop-in:
Hand-out the window
The suns’ droppin’
Temple:
Moment by moment
Presence / simple
Feeling:
I hit the floor or
That’s the ceiling?
Time and place:
I want to be alone,
I want space.
Ok, ok, ok, ok.
Big break:
I want the day back
Almost always.
Tell me:
Tell me I’m lyin’ and
It’s just me.
Bottom:
The feelings never stop,
You got em’.
Hold-on:
Hold on to someone who is
Long gone.
Ok, ok, ok, ok.
I want space
I won’t count on me
But, i’ll never try to be a liar.
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5. |
untitled 01
01:42
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6. |
pope is a rockstar
03:07
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Now he wants to start talking.
“Go ahead,” when I’m walking.
Face the lie that I’m hawking.
“No, don’t wanna, won’t happen.”
Pope is a rockstar.
You take your clothes off.
Heading for the last fight,
Before our worlds part.
We can wait forever for the world to untrack
We can wait forever for the worthwhile track
And oh you want to start talking
Fall together-- I’m walking.
Face the lie that I’m hawking.
We can always fight.
You can be the highlight.
Pope is a rockstar.
Hoping on a late night.
How you wanna start talking?
How you wanna start walking?
We can make a landslide, dive-in.
We can let it all go, cave-in.
(EL)
You wanna start talking
(EL)
You know what I’m walking
Hoping and a hoping that I won’t cry.
Hoping and a hoping that I won’t try.
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7. |
trapped in a club
01:36
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Trapped in a club,
I couldn’t unsee.
Broke but not dumb,
Feel free to buy me.
He says “peace & love,”
my ride’s around here.
I’m trapped in a club,
“Help get me out please.”
So what if your friend
is the DJ.
I tried to pretend,
I really ”needed.”
The floor is all wet,
With their delusion.
I’m trapped in a club,
“Help get me out please.”
I slipped into your arms.
I never want to leave.
Change can be for them.
I’m trapped up in a club.
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8. |
mondays
01:55
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Cuz’ you’re overeducated
You need love first before you make it
You’ve got nothing to show baby
Cuz you’re overeducated
You thought too hard
You lost in faith in
Your gut feeling
You’ve gotta’ breathe in
Cuz’ you’re overeducated
Throw your notes out on the pavement.
Was it enough for you to go on?
Was it enough for you to go on?
Was it enough for you to go on?
Was it enough for you to go on?
Was it a “have to,” “must’ve,” “wonder?”
Was it a “have to,” “must’ve,” “wonder?”
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9. |
big sis
02:46
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Go long,
You go home
Alone:
It’s not too bad
Bet, i bet,
You can:
Go long,
You go home alone.
It’s not too bad.
Bet, i bet,
You can:
Come from nowhere.
I deny.
Come from nowhere.
Handbags are too short
(arms length)
They had a discord.
You want to be like your big sis.
Handbags are too short
(arms length)
They had a discord.
You want to be like your big sis.
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10. |
jamz
03:29
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gotta' house
rav 4
in your high
are the less so low?
before
lo-fi
i want time and
my life's so low
getting
too tired
you'd be damned
damned if i--
i've been sent
I'm smiling
so saran
I'm smiling
saran
getting high is life
gotta' go
in the wild
so let's go
in between
low blows
feel all high
and my lights are low
i'm feeling tired
in Tucson
in the wild,
you're feeling your ass off
feeling your ass off
feeling like that's not all you're running from
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11. |
be my baby
01:06
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So won’t you please,
(my) be my, be my (my)
My, one and only baby.
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12. |
thurs 6-25
02:56
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Go on the right time
Be on the right time
Never feel the stress of “the wall,”
I can’t mess, I’m uptight.
Do it right the first time.
Get me off my mind time.
Grew-up in the suburbs with my brothers
And my minds’ eye.
We can see the flipside.
What comes after this try?
What comes after this try?
(knowin’)
Oh,
(knowin’)
Oh, I,
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13. |
seven's day
03:00
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Over the line, we think twice.
“It’s not the way,” they say,
But it will have to do.
And, I’ll speak to you in time.
I’ll be on my best, for sure.
You can rest assured--
Til’ seven’s day.
These are not the blades of grass
That you came for (at last).
And the pain, it subsides
With the weight of all your
White lies.
I’ll be on my best, for sure.
You can rest assured--
Til’ seven’s day.
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14. |
sorry bro
02:31
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(ALL)
(VAST)
Whatta’ love
Whatta’ love
…and I made it.
Whatta’ love
Whatta’ love.
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15. |
best times
02:19
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s/o to my mom--
I hope I look as beautiful as my mom one day.
I know I can be right with this.
Pickin’ off,
Oughtta’ be mindin’ my shit,
Outta’ my mind--
It’s a lie.
I know I can be right with this.
Pickin’ off,
Oughtta’ be mindin’ my shit,
Outta’ my mind--
[I’ll be fine]
It’s a lie.
You know that I’m nervous.
I’m going through curses,
Reading through your cursive.
The moment I knew it:
It could have been fluid,
You know that i blew it.
And now…
The best things I made-up.
I wanted to show it all / be it all.
No wonder why.
S/O to Jordan on the computer
“s/o to my mom, s/o to the fans, I love you, we love you, we are not SALES”
I know I can be right with this.
Pickin’ off,
Oughtta’ be mindin’ my shit,
Outta’ my mind--
[I’ll be fine]
It’s a lie.
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