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my day to day is completely a wreck
i hear the cons but i’m choosing to deflect
don’t ask for their advice, don’t worry they will give it
don’t ever not do what you did, try to deflect it
she drew a line in the sand - he said the sands too hot
just keep pushing. stand by your words
make it happen. learn to be sure
i have two dressers but they’re mostly empty
i got two junk draws and a third for undies
most of my clothes lie dormant in a pile
most of the draws patiently awaiting their arrival
selfishness or sacrifice
DON'T EVER NOT DO WHAT YOU DID
i’m takin’ my time, not stressin’ at all
i’m takin some shit, i whip it at walls
i see what sticks as i'm runnin' through halls
it stinks like shit - now who do we call?
i’m willing to take the drugs that i was already gonna do
in order to reach the desired affect that i was already looking to
free of life, such an ominous phrase
full of death, doesn’t warrant the same praise
DON'T EVER NOT DO WHAT YOU DID
smoking my pain away
sleeping my days away
waiting for someone
DON'T EVER NOT DO WHAT YOU DID
she drew a line in the sand
he said the sand’s too hot
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A Tab, Cap, or a Dab
03:15
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a tab, cap, or a dab
i don’t care i just wanna keep feeling’ rad
so give me a tab, cap, or a dab
and i’ll just keep feelin’ rad
bouncing-bout in your room near the beach
bags below my eyes, the real is out of reach
but i can’t sit still, not even to sleep
that’s just the creep you invited to leap
in and out, up and down, no rest in sight
trippin’ - slippin’ on rugs, now i’m takin’ flight
come to the window, givin neighbors a treat
barely dressed and sweating, now i’m trying to streak
a tab, cap, or a dab
i don’t care i just wanna keep feeling’ rad
so give me a tab, cap, or a dab
and i’ll just keep feelin’ rad
rolling round on the ground at the beach
sand in my eyes, in my nose, in my teeth
but i don’t care that all these stranger stare
that’s just why i’m there, to give these squares a scare
butterscott balls, a later ink idea
hula hoop, a stranger’s sneer
our comedown is near, to wawa we flee
no shirt on chest, nor shoes on feet
you catching’ lid’? i’m on ‘cid
smacking lip - feelin’ thirsty, take a sip!
full and hot cause that’s what we were
do better later if you prefer
back room in Red Bank was a blast
putting a torch right to the glass
our mobility’s sinking fast
do better later. i’m on my ass
do better later. if you would prefer
a tab, cap, or a dab
i don’t care i just wanna keep feeling’ rad
so give me a tab, cap, or a dab
and i’ll just keep feelin’ rad
i’m not sad as long as I keep feelin’ rad
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Watch Me Not
03:43
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schemin' - feeder
doug and skeeter
tofu - i'm your your fool
i'm hot in a whirl pool
she's coming to see my band play
she leans in to me to say
it’s time to hit the chorus
make sure that you don’t bore us
I WANNA HEAR ANOTHER SONG ABOUT MYSELF
YOU WANT A REASON NOT TO WRITE IT
get it out, look inside
pack. bounce. prey. pounce.
i’m seeing double, but i’m reading less
the words are dribble, so I disconnect
can’t even save a story if it hasn’t had a song yet
you want a home facing east
you get high, get sad, leave.
still in disbelief, still at peace
ass in the grass. sittin’ side by side
tell me where to go. i’m along for the ride
handfuls of happy. moments fleeting
living for the moment before our tanks are depleted
the come down ain’t great. bite tongue, complaint
just us, no crew. ya feel me - can i feel you?
all day - heads up - all say - full cup
drink it like you got it. smoke it up - i’d prefer it
I WANNA HEAR ANOTHER SONG ABOUT MYSELF
YOU WANT A REASON NOT TO WRITE IT
get it out, look inside
pack. bounce. prey. pounce.
i’m seeing double, but i’m reading less
the words are dribble, so disconnect
can’t even save a story if it hasn’t had a song yet
you want a home facing east
you get high, get sad, leave.
still in disbelief, still at peace
WATCH ME NOT DO A DAMN THING YOU SAY
you want a home facing east
you get high, get sad, leave.
still in disbelief
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Backwoods Bastards
03:23
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I’ll die a failure before I die defeated.
I am a lifer, baby - I’m so committed.
Tattoos all over body - no jeans below my knees.
Don’t wear socks with my Vans cause that don’t look good on me.
it just don’t stop - but watch me not
do things you'd assume - i said watch me not
play by the rules, i’ll abide by a few
don’t say that i don’t care bout shit when you know that i do
don’t break the band up, you backwoods bastard
don’t break my stride and we’ll arrive much faster
we’re heading down to the basement
we’re gonna make lots of noise
i scream “don’t break the band up,
this is all I enjoy”
I’ll die a failure before I die defeated.
I am a lunatic - I should be committed.
Mistreating my whole body - no cares when it comes to me.
Don’t keep my health insurance, rather spend the dough on weed.
when will I stop - watch me not
I’ll rock until i’m dead - I’ll fuck until I rot
paid our dues, we’ll survive as a crew
don’t act like you don’t want this life when you know damn well you do
don’t break the band up, you backwoods bastard
don’t break my stride and we’ll arrive much faster
we’re heading down to the basement
we’re gonna make lots of noise
i scream “don’t break the band up,
this is all I enjoy”
no vhs, no dvds
no more “making it” no “follow your dreams”
no vh1s, no mtvs
video killed radio for youtube streams
we’re heading down to the basement
we’re gonna make lots of noise
i scream “don’t break the band up,
it’s all I enjoy” BUT
we’re locking up the basement
we’re giving up on our dreams
i scream “we were once a band, yup
but there’s no fans left to please”
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There were 8 of us, so I ordered 6 shots
and when everyone else was distracted we slipped out the back.
Back to your place; One on one, face to face.
At my home, you're in my bed all alone.
I was doing work on the phone,
but I hung up and came back in a flash
so I could pull those covers down and start eating that ass - yeah.
I could ruin your life again
if you want me to - baby, I can
I could ruin your life again, again, again.
The party in piles, it helps our denial.
Entrusted with tasks to close this place down.
Driving our asses just outside of town.
Limited on time, so we park it.
Love was lost for a second, but we found it.
Let’s plan a visit, maybe book a gig.
I don’t tobacco but I’ll wait while you cig.
I could ruin your life again
if you want me to - baby, I can
I could ruin your life again, again, again
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