1. |
Fade to White
02:22
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Space empty, back of the van.
Gas for gallons, parties to plan.
Icy mug, still extends hand.
Retrain your man!
Laying low, pass her by.
Taking notes, wandering eye.
Fake a film. Friers flight.
I learn lessons, but I still don’t sleep at night.
Can we go on just one more ride,
Before you go and fade to white?
Thirteen works to relive life of my daily dose of damage done right.
Dead but still down.
Fuck on uptown.
(I’d rather be in the lab writing than burning gasoline.
Maybe it’s me, shit - maybe it’s Maybeline...
Track 5 will be “Who Do I See” but for now you sing)
It was a no hesitation move.
Right on down the deal, dude
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2. |
Deuces
03:14
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Family dynamic (Anxiety and panic)
Far from romantic (but more so chaotic)
Almost time to split (Its how I manage)
Skill sets I’m left with (Is a disadvantage)
I’m climbing and clawing; I’m doing it different.
Seeking some guidance so I'm slightly more lifted.
I’m taking advantage of any/all leverage.
I’m backing off basics, but still mad irreverent.
(Just think about it)
I’ve been thinking about drinking but the thought's not really sticking, so I guess that I’ll just stick it out.
I've been choking from toking
but I just can't open my mind up to anything else.
So I’m sitting down listening.
Straight up getting pissed again.
Conquering all the spots you were wishing you had been in.
What's it like at night when you go back home,
thinking about all of the people that I just had on the phone?
Making deals, making plans.
Order meals. Making fans.
Thinking about what you can not do and what I can.
Making steals. Laying land.
Morning feels. Water plants.
Thinking about when I left you and I had no plan.
It’s obnoxious, I’m barely conscious.
I'm altered, It’s complicated.
Stuff in boxes. Life-mate foxes.
Below being elated.
5 of 5, gets an R rating.
Still disrespecting, but participating.
Family dynamic (Anxiety and panic)
Far from romantic (But more so chaotic)
Almost time to split (Its how I manage)
Skill sets I’m left with (Is a disadvantage)
I’m climbing and clawing; I’m doing it different.
Seeking some guidance so I'm slightly more lifted.
I’m taking advantage of any/all leverage.
I’m backing off basics, but still mad irreverent.
Making deals. Making plans.
Order meals. Making fans.
Making steals. Laying land.
Morning feels. Water plants.
Making deals. Making plans.
Order meals. making fans.
I’m doing it - doing it - doing it - doing it different.
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3. |
Porno
04:18
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Let me go and tell ya something.
Something I ain’t said to you before.
Hope that you are succeeding.
Hope you’re doing better than before.
I’m truly sorry for the shit I put you through.
I’m good at shifting focus right back to you.
It’s a sure bet, a solid skill-set
for falling face forward from framing up our perfect wed.
Let’s skip the pleasantries, but don’t skip The Peasantry.
Shit hits the fan when the fan falls onto these streets.
I’ll take ya back to the times.
Cops sneaking peeks into my ride.
Just socks on between you and I.
Tell them the truth, there’s no point to lie.
The Toys R Us. The GreyHound bus.
The playful sounds, guitar with fuzz.
A decade later, Gomez + Shraider.
Snow settles but I’m still here to aid ya.
I’m still here too, Adia.
Let you go and I’ll learn something.
Something I ain’t learned before.
Hope that I ain’t succumbing.
Hope you’re living better than before.
I’m super corny for that shit I put to tape.
I’m good a shifting an idea that once was lame.
It’s a sure bet, a solid skill set
for framing faces into false finances, Corvette.
Let’s skip the pleasantries, but not the toiletries.
Shit hits the fan when the fan falls on these street.
I’ll take ya back to the times.
Cops sneaking peeks into my ride.
Just socks on between you and I.
Tell them truth, there’s no point to lie.
The Toys R Us. The GreyHound bus.
The playful sounds, guitar with fuzz.
A decade later, Gomez + Shraider.
Snow settles but I’m still here to aid ya.
I’m still here too, Adia.
[Jae Bird]
Right place, wrong time.
It's like “wait! what happened to this strong bond?”
Can't believe you was the one I used to call mine.
It was hard not to think about you all the time.
I gave you all I had to give.
I hate the thought I asked for this.
I hate that awkward pattern shit.
My major fault? I'm passionate.
You broke my heart on accident.
You'd rather love me as a friend.
Said you'll never come back again.
That shit just made me sad again.
It wasn't supposed to be like that,
but sometimes it really be like that
(and you know, and you know)
That it don't have to be like that,
but you’re the one who wanted me like that.
There he go, now we homies.
Stuck in time, now we frozen.
I don't really know where we're going.
I tried to give you your roses, you didn't want them.
This song is the closure.
It wasn't supposed to be like that,
but sometimes it really be like that
(and you know, and you know)
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4. |
Get Back 2 Me Never
02:29
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Brand new planter please.
Been protecting thieves.
Paper folds; a crease.
Let’s get deceased.
Predating us, post-dated lust.
Back in the fold, its a welcomed must.
My face get flushed, my hands are clenched.
Pretty proud to pretend.
Take forever - Then get back to me never.
Return my old sweater, then get back to me never.
I’ve been having some doubts but I’ve been working them out.
I've been writing them down, cause I haven't gone out.
Now in front of a crowd, I’ll be singing flaws loud.
Hoping to turn this shit around.
I’m third eye producing.
Mixing ‘champ up with juices.
See vids of us cruising.
Zoom in, you’ll see ego bruising.
Get back to me never
(cause I said so)
Trading trauma for tracks, thanks for tuning in.
Set the standard so that someone can step into it.
Different than it ever did.
Don’t drive by with that toxic shit.
Trading trauma for tracks, thanks for tuning in.
Set the standard so that someone can step into it.
Pass the paper, jot it down.
Hoping you turn around.
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5. |
Who Do I See?
02:33
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Look in my mirror, I see me in reverse.
You look in yours while you singing to this verse.
Feeling witchy, so you cast a curse -
but bad luck can’t keep me if I fuck with it first.
I don’t give shits.
Didn’t realize you didn’t know this.
Slick shit when the serpent came.
Spit venom, you’re just throwing shade.
Rock solid but I love to fade.
Who do I see about getting paid?
Home plate but I subscribe to fame.
Rock bottom and I’m here to stay.
Some Dirt when I’m phasing Spade.
Drop facts, free tab, you laid.
Organ donor but these keys ain’t free.
I’m fucking salty cause I’m from the sea.
I got my back pack packed and I’m ready to go.
It’s out the door, into the van; we got another show.
We ain’t got enough gas to get our asses
to Mass state line so we can rock out at the college.
I don’t give shits.
Didn’t realize you didn’t know this.
An egregious abuse of cool
The legions are all surely fooled.
Spinning lies straight from the spool.
Knitting a knack for this type of obtuse.
Swick riff when the weather changed.
Lad is lazy but he’s seen deranged.
Save receipts, gonna need exchange.
Stocks simmer from the constant blaze!
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6. |
Duality
03:44
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Wouldn’t color myself too souped.
Run in circles until I loop. (loop loop)
The cross I bare is a cross-eyed bear.
Love me til ya just couldn’t care.
Burned down some bridges on the trail to self destruction.
I would like to know where my side of the blanket goes.
I just wanna smoke when I ride in the van back home.
Some kief drips right out of my sleeve,
now I’m ready to sleep.
I took 3 showers in just 24 hours.
Weed was power, but the butter much louder.
That’s as good as it’s supposed to be -
maybe better, hang tight and I’m sure you’ll see!
Burned down some bridges on the trail to self destruction.
I would like to know where my side of the blanket goes.
I just wanna smoke when I ride in the van back home.
Some kief drips right out of my sleeve,
now I’m ready to speak.
I don’t know what a dude like me would do if a dude like me dove more into ecstasy.
I don’t know what a dude like me would do if a dude like me did this for eternity.
I don’t know what a dude like me would do if a dude like me done fucked this up mentally.
I don’t know how a dude like me turns into a dude like me; Slipknot’s “Duality"
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7. |
Ice Caps
03:05
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Not thriving but I’m definitely vibing.
We’re not dying but incessantly trying.
Backseat, offset.
Meet me mid-set.
Plays hard. Dips left.
Parks car. Mind set.
Dancing as a means of expression
(Go and get your groove on, girl)
All my fault the taxes withstanding
(Go and get your Uncle Sam, girl)
When you left me with no real landing
and no way of showing my loving.
This week’s been a fucking swollen lobe;
You can do anything you please if you don’t mind being alone.
Sherwood is connector
(Cruising down 195)
No pay don't affect her
from WeTransfering vectors.
Backseat, offset.
Meet me mid-set.
Plays hard. Dips left.
Parks car...
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Be better by bouncing back before bad bait bends your brain.
This fish’s faith for feeding, finally finding failures from the fake.
Babble on, baby; It’s time to make.
Disconnect. Demonstrate content.
Generate content. Try not to resent.
Babble on, baby.
No time for the lazy.
Bread and butter at the bed and breakfast.
Your love be better in a room of Amethyst.
Morning to night, dime after dime.
Head’s in the cloud cause this is the life.
Popping champagne with the juice.
Feeling the crew. Setting the mood.
Psychosomatics, fake like the plastics.
I’m well past that Franco, now iFantastic.
Pressing the issue cause I must make it.
Show me that title and you know that I’ll take it.
(It’s another stunner!)
I’m doing the most. I’m making some toast.
I’m spreading the butter. Now I’m ready to boat.
I’m ready to float my ass out to sea,
but you know that I still can’t afford the seat.
Never at rest. I live for the stress.
I’m never alone, but I’m always at my best.
Working real hard, so at points I nest.
Alone in the crib, find myself blessed.
Bread and butter at the bed and breakfast.
Your love be better in a room of Amethyst.
Morning to night, dime after dime.
Head’s in the cloud cause this is the life.
Popping champagne with the juice.
Feeling the crew. Setting the mood.
The boards have burned, the hangs have changed.
People fall apart, who can I blame?
Bread and butter.
Buttered biscuit.
Let me know if I fucking missed it.
I fucking missed it?!
I fucking miss it!
"You know how I do"
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Can’t be elitist if you let someone in.
Can’t be defeated if you'll never begin.
Leaning on lendings.
Spreading the spendings.
Deal-less and loveless,
but just keeps pretending.
Nothing ever stops moving, so why should I?
Nothing ever stops moving.
I know you don’t care to see me again.
Remembering last days in our home,
scared to death at the thought of living alone.
But I packed my shit, I left the house - said bye to it,
although I’ll drive by anytime I’m in town.
All my shits squared off, that’s just my OCD.
All my gits warped off, that’s just from no A/C.
All my lights turned off, that’s from outstanding fees.
All my life i’ve been off, that’s just personality.
Nothing ever stops moving, so why should I?
Nothing ever stops moving.
(Can’t be elitist if you let someone in)
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10. |
Not the Same
03:17
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I don’t give a hoot and I don’t give a holler.
Buy a ticket to this damn ride - It is worth every dollar.
Cha boi is simple; That man is basic.
He ain’t no Car; No Ric Ocasik.
Call me up. Take down my digits.
Swooped in so fast, you must have missed it.
We go H.A.M. - We go outlandish.
Come on in, assess the damage!
I don’t know this much, but I know this much.
Everything we touch, we dominate and crush
You say “It’s not the same” -
It’s not the same!
Damn right I’ve changed.
No shame.
I see things differently.
I see things differently.
I see things differently.
It’s not the same!
Damn right I’ve changed!
I don’t know this much, but I know this much -
Everything we touch, we dominate and crush!
I see you hawkin’ - I’m hawkin’ too.
You’re making moves; That’s what it do.
We’re spitting game; This sitch is lit.
My life is dope and I do dope shit.
I’m heading west in my mind, committing minor crimes.
Got my stash in the dash as we’re crossing county lines.
She’s got sex on the mind and I’m feeling so inclined.
Powerful, precise, but gentle at the same time.
Not the same - I have changed!
(I don’t give a hoot - I don’t give a holler)
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11. |
You Ain't
03:40
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Hey, girl - can we talk about it?
Same couch, but extra distance.
You see/He say “You ain’t.”
Sent text delayed.
Love to walk out about it.
Same fight but a lil' different.
You see/He say “You ain’t.”
Sent text delayed, okay.
Hailed at the human hyde all this muck’s about.
Losing sense of weekdays my weakness allows.
Putting weed to the mouth.
Hit it big, then hit the couch.
Sitting down, she’s losing blouse.
She leans in, now I’m aroused.
Let me know what you’re thinking - aye!
Let me know what you’re drinking, babe.
I’m just tryna ease your mind.
Trying real fucking hard to have a real good time!
Bobbing. Weaving. Speeding fast.
Hoping my ass don’t fucking crash.
Hoping my ass don’t stay in the past.
Gallons of gas. Party’s a blast!
I take my shirt off as I watch the temperature rise.
Then I take my pants off one leg at a time.
Putting weed to the mouth
Hit it big, then hit the couch.
Sitting down, she’s losing blouse.
She leans in, now I’m aroused.
Let me know what you’re thinking- aye.
Let me know what you’re drinking, babe.
I’m just tryna ease your mind.
Trying real fucking hard to have a real good time!
It was a no hesitation move - Right on down the deal, dude.
(Be seductive! B - E - seductive!)
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12. |
Bottom of a Bad Time
04:58
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He’s flaky. He’s shaken.
Fact check him; He’s mistaken.
The card’s maxed. The rent’s late.
Temp income, shit day rate.
I haven’t showered and I’m feeling like a lesser.
I’m clamming up. Let this project file fester.
This sequence hasn’t yet had itself a render.
This lack of sleep’s got my thoughts in a blender.
Nightmares and long stares upstairs.
We just hit the bottom of a bad time!
We just hit the bottom of a real bad time!
Bad time - Bad time, Bad time.
A Bad Time - Real bad time.
Bad time, oh no.
It’s more for the sake of finding one’s place.
Resting fully into a shape.
Finding one’s space in life, one’s demise.
Down to nothing but a series - a series of lines.
Searching for the perfect sounding room.
Lost in audibles, not impending doom.
Nightmares and long stares upstairs.
We just hit the bottom of a bad time!
We just hit the bottom of a real bad time!
Bad time - Bad time, Bad time.
A Bad Time - Real bad time.
Bad time, oh no.
Hey, baby - won't you come on through?
I’m doing everything you wanted me to.
I swear, I swear - I’m back on track again.
Leans over barrel, that back I bend.
I’m going right down the middle, then back again.
I’m d-d-doing anything to mend.
She ends up on top.
Just watch us do it big.
She’s walking right on down.
I see her start to sing..
Bad time - Bad time, Bad time.
A Bad Time - Real bad time.
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13. |
On One
04:01
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Mess your hair up, now mess it again.
Is this the look on which you thought your day depends?
Is this where you thought all the disgust would end?
Let’s discuss it then - new data plan, go phone a friend!
Lights burn brighter when they are on someone else’s dime.
Don’t even worry about it -
Matter fact come see about it!
Bad times, you better quit it!
Oh, don’t even worry about it -
Matter fact come see about it!
Give this a listen, old friend.
Would spend.
Could bed.
The end.
Gets cold when you’re on one,
So get bold with a ransom!
Gets ignored with good reason.
All leave for new regions.
A lifer don’t go nowhere without a song in hand.
Find out quickly that you’re second only to the band.
Ain’t fit to find my fill, but I’m whipping different still.
Record records for the sake of wiping up that spill.
Lights burn brighter when they are on someone else’s dime.
Don’t even worry about it -
Matter fact come see about it!
Bad times, you better quit it!
Oh, don’t even worry about it -
Matter fact come see about it!
Give this a listen -
B. Swen again.
Top ten, old friend?
It only took one day with you
to know I’d spend more time with you
- The End.
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