1. |
Yr One of a Kind
01:26
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Heart shaped tumor in a heart shaped box
Pee on the floor til it all dribbles out
Every single last drop til nothing's left
Then return to the table at the restaurant
You met your cute date on Hinge
She is a nurse and she likes syringes in her arms.
Youre one of a kind aint no denying
I couldnt replace you no use trying
You stole my heart and my goddamn mind
Aint nobody like you
Youre one of a kind
Panic attacks under Alabama skies
I think I might have a UTI
Because the urge to pee never stops.
Down in Tuscaloosa getting loose on amphetamines.
You'll never quite understand how much you mean to me.
Youre one of a kind aint no denying
I couldnt replace you no use trying
You stole my heart and my goddamn mind
Aint nobody like you
Youre one of a kind.
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Monarchs
01:01
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Cosmic intuition
Kick em to the curb
Escape corporal punishment
The Bastards never learn.
Brewing up a storm
In a metaphoric coffee pot
Smoking Pot with Jesus
In a Catholic School parking lot
Embryonic insects swarming
Invading your fortress of solitude
Now youre crying out for Jesus
In a dirty dumpster behind Whole Foods
Bird calls cry in their native tongues
They formulate their remedies
To spite an unjust bourgeoisie
Their vomit and puke is their currency
Monarchs built their kingdoms on the human sphincters
Shitting Irish Cream into Southern Comfort
And every human mouth shall rejoice and sing
Rejoicing to the solemn pop melodies you consume.
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Sorry, I've been drinking wine on an empty stomach
But I must drunkenly confess I want to get you in my bed
And I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your Ryan Gosling
I wanna be your only lover
But ill never be what you need
I'm not good looking or athletic
But I'll make you laugh like Pete Davidson
But I know you've gotta be pragmatic
I dont have the star power like Pete Davidson
But I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your Dwayne The Rock Johnson
I wanna be your only lover
But I'll never be what you need.
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4. |
WW3
01:22
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I wanna fall in love get married start a family move to the countryside with a white picket fence and buy a van to drive my kids to soccer practice and church on sunday mornings finally achieve my vision of the American Dream
But what about war? World War 3?
What about the fall of democracy?
How selfish would I be to start a family while missiles fly across the land and sea?
Why should I bring another life into this world of misery?
I wanna starve myself be thin like models on instagram with perfect abs and perfect skin and always at the coolest clubs with millions of followers who shower in my influence cuz I'm so fucking interesting. I have fucking everything!
But what about war? World War 3?
What about the rising rates of mortality from violence and disease?
I selfishly choose to ignore the terror on my TV screen in favor of Bella Thorne and Sommer Ray pics on my Twitter feed.
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5. |
Prophecies of Doom
03:27
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Flying too close to the sun
But the happiness and the good times
Theyre all artificial.
Open your eyes to prophecies of doom.
The parties are ending.
The good times are through.
Dont bide your time
Cuz it is almost over
You look up at the sky
And see your future unravel.
Time moves too fast
And you are terrified.
Nightmare tighten up their grip.
You've got everything to lose.
You say you've got your shit together
Yet youre downing shots at the local pub...
Gotta get my mind out of the gutter
But i'm craving my medicine.
And the bad times are never getting better
And the good times have came and went
Boohoo! I'm sorry thats too bad,
But the world wont cut you any slack.
I gotta get my act together.
I've been saying that for years.
I'm almost 28 years old now
And I've drank 28 thousand beers.
All i want is to leave this place and
Travel somewhere far away and
I know I can be someone great with
My potential the sky is the limit but
I'm depressed even on sunny days.
I take drug abuse hits to the face and
I dont want to end up being someone I'm not
But I'm already someone I hate.
Flying too close to the sun
But the happiness and the good times
Theyre all artificial.
Open youre eyes to prophecies of doom.
The parties are ending.
The good times are through.
But that doesn't mean
Death will swallow you whole.
Like a phoenix from its ashes
You can rise to the occassion.
Reinvent yourself. Become someone new.
Save yourself from a life of doom and gloom.
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The sunset is a coke line
And the open bottle of wine is mocking me.
I got my collection of pills
Stashed right by my bedside table
In a skull shaped cup
Not too far from the nearest bottle of
Tequila whispering my name
And something inside me says its okay
For one more drink
Cuz theres Vyvanse in the morning
and coffee breaks at noon.
Whiskey shots for dinner
and Xanax bars to take the edge off.
Then fall asleep for several hours
Dreaming in undisturbed peace
But the open bottle of wine is mocking me.
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7. |
Cretins
01:05
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Moshpits aren't for making out
They're for KILLING!
Governments aren't promoting peace.
They want war and more killing.
Sex and violence are what sells.
Sex and violence turn a profit
Sex and violence entertain
Sex and violence make us great.
Parents keep your children on a leash.
Live porno streamed right to their TV screen.
The internet is a cesspool of vulgarity.
God will kill your innocent children one way or another.
Extreme corporal punishment
Too extreme for you pu$$ies!
Rebellion comes hard
But the punks cum even harder!
Death, destruction, anarchy
There's no stopping the cretins from hopping.
Targeting your enemey.
There's no stopping the cretins from hopping!
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8. |
Fight For Love
01:12
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Falling in love dont mean much to me
When everything is
Fleeting like tsunami waves
Crashing off into a current
I fight for love but love don't fight for me
And can you blame them
For when your love for me
Is synonymous for misery?
Hysteria may wash over me
And Ill accept my
Never ending quest for acceptance.
I could die a million lives
But I could never forget
The first time we locked eyes under red lights;
True love at first sight.
I fight for love but love dont fight for me
And can you blame them
For when your love for me
Is synonymous for misery?
Hysteria may wash over me
And I'll accept my
Never ending quest for acceptance.
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A distorted vision of the sewer system. The glass house you reside within, its mirror walls are shattering. I've been pissed off and pissed on. Thats the way the game's played. Had my skin flayed off by butcher knives. My lungs collapse inside. A loser, careless and free, making friends and enemies with glaciers in the Arctic Ocean rotting under the Sublime sun. I used to drive a Cadillac before I drunkenly crashed right into an orphanage but Jesus saves and God forgives. What's for dinner? Baby pandas! Only the finest in Atlanta. Termites and maggots and angel dust. We love to laugh and we love to fuck. If you had the opportunity to eradicate all STDs I doubt that you would push that button cuz what's more entertaining than other people's suffering?
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10. |
Fruits of My Labor
01:03
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Sent to Earth
Only to serve
Loyal to a corporation
Loyal to the CEO
Wake up, Clock in,
Starve yourself again.
Greed will make you happy.
Continue to consume!
Oh my precious,
I want nothing more than
To shower you in my labor,
The fruits of my labor!
Living wages unattained
By living week to week
Paycheck to paycheck
We're living paycheck to paycheck!
Health benefits
But still lacking sufficient funds
Much cheaper to die
By loaded gun.
40 Hour work week
Job security unclear.
The paycheck brings me tears.
I spend it all on beer.
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11. |
The Pit
01:42
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Take out the trash throw it into a pit
Becuz life is too short to ever give a shit
You may find yourself starving shit out of luck
And your friends and companions wont give a fuck
So dig yourself a hole and throw em in a pit
Cuz life's too short for toxic hypocrites
And I'm not the person that I used to be
I'm not the person that I used to be
My hearts gone cold and lonely
This is the way I'll always be
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12. |
Bottomless Mimosas
01:26
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Run to the hills and
Run to the tables
Ill fucking die
If there's a long line
Cuz all that I want
Are Bottomless Mimosas
and avocado toast
Cuz I'm watching my figure.
I don't give a shit
If you fuck someone else
We were never officially official.
And I don't give a fuck
If you fuck someone else
I don't care and I'll never be jealous
And I'll write about it in my diary.
Run through the fields and
Burn all the grains
I'm watching Euphoria
While the war rages
But I put a link
In my Instagram bio
Asking for donations
To a cause I never researched
I don't give a shit
If you fuck someone else
We were never officially official.
And I don't give a fuck
If you fuck someone else
I don't care and I'll never be jealous
And I'll write about it in my diary.
So fuck me
Cuz i'm writing a song about how I don't miss you.
And fuck me
As I self indulge into my blind ignorance.
And I see
That the world's in the process of falling apart
But I care
Only about myself and my tiny wittle bwoken heart </3
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Everything is a little mess
Piled up inside your head
You wake up feeling depressed
Opt to spend the day in bed
Take a shot, take a pill
Sad thoughts you cant kill
Running out of dopamine
You can swallow ecstasy
But that won't erase
Mistakes that you've made
You run of oxygen
and dive in your grave
That wont erase
The ones that you hate
They'll live on without you
Cursing your name
Everything is hopeless
Dying on the floor
Drown yourself in vodka
But youll still want more
Cry yourself to sleep at night
Listening to Elliott Smith
Quietly you sing along
To "Angeles"
But that wont erase
Sour looks on your face
You memorize the words to
The song "Rose Parade"
You run out of hope
Flay the skin from your bones
The world will keep spinning
And you'll die alone.
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14. |
The Will To Live
02:31
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Out of breath.
Oh so bad at sex.
My muscles corrode.
Crumbling skin and bones.
I'm in too deep now.
I've lost control.
I've signed the papers
and sold my soul.
I'm sinking down into a black hole.
I can't get off now.
Trapped in it's hold.
My brain is fried
and I can't let go.
I should've stopped a long time ago.
So exhausted.
Punch out my lights.
Another bad decision.
I wasnt thinking!
Stuck in a place now
so dark and cold.
I will not drag you down too.
I'll face this hell alone.
Binded in chains now.
I can't let go.
I self destruct and fall from grace.
You will not remember my name.
Self inflicting venom
To my euphoric pulse.
Addicted to artificial
Happiness that I've never known.
I wanna quit now
But you wont let go.
Im sinking deeper down
Into vantablack darkness.
Too tied I am now
To chemicals.
Too late now nothing's changing.
My will to live is breaking.
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15. |
Reef Burial
01:56
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Crying in the shower before work.
I am one tiny atom in the whole universe.
And if one day I split apart
Will every living soul on Earth depart?
I wanna be cremated
And have my ashes mixed into concrete
and rolled up into a tiny ball
Tossed into the ocean floor
For fish and moss to grow upon
Amongst the sea anemone
Away from all my enemies.
So much that I never got to do.
Its too late now. Its too late now.
But what more can be said about it?
The world becomes one person less crowded.
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I could paint a picture
Of what I want the most
Give me black and brown paint
Ill paint the dirt filling up my grave
Cuz what's the point in living
With nothing to live for?
I want nothing more
Than to not be around anymore.
Silence is a blessing.
Social contact is the curse.
I've adopted loneliness now
Solitude is what I prefer.
Cuz whats the point in living
With nothing to live for?
I want nothing more
Than to not be around anymore.
I could sing a sad song
Dress it up with happy chords.
I can sound so optimistic but
Inside I only hurt.
What's the point in living
With nothing to live for?
I want nothing more
Than to not be around anymore.
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17. |
Green Beer
01:07
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Call it what you wanna
Really doesnt matter
were still gonna drink it
were still getting plastered
It aint St. Patricks Day if you dont puke
And I wanna get wasted with you
Shotgunning beers straight out the can
Gotta prove that Im the man
Downing Irish whiskey shots
Until the blood in our brains clot
It aint St. Patricks Day if you dont puke
And I wanna get wasted with you.
Beer and whiskey to the face
We're all Irish born today
Everybody sing along
To my Irish Whiskey song
It aint St. Patricks Day if you dont puke
And Everybody's blacking out by noon
and life and history can be so cruel
And I Wanna get wasted with you.
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18. |
Consumerist Hobby
00:46
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IVE GOT HOBBIES
EXPENSIVE HOBBIES
MATERIALISTIC HOBBIES
CONSUMERIST HOBBIES
I COLLECT MOVIES
ON DVD
I WATCH THEM ONCE
THEY ROT ON MY SHELF
GATHERING DUST
I HAVE ALL THE
STREAMING NETWORKS
NETFLIX AND HULU
HBO MAX
BIG TIME SERVICES
DONT PAY TAXES
THEY DONT PAY TAXES
I PAY TAXES
AND BUY MOVIES
ITS MY HOBBY
MY CONSUMERIST HOBBY
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20. |
Alanis Morrisette
01:53
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My marriage is falling apart
and my dog ran away this morning.
I have high cholesterol
and I'm addicted to Adderrall.
Taking pills for recreation
leads to heart palpitations.
And baby if i go soft its not you,
Its the chemicals.
Dopamine in my brain.
Serotonin keeps me sane.
Nodding off into the void.
I have hemorrhoids.
If I were to overdose
Please delete my computer harddrive.
I have pictures of my penis
saved in a folder titled "Tax Information".
I lost my job today.
Crashed my car into an orphanage.
Got home and drank some beers
Then watched Detroit Rock City.
Why cant my life be like that?
Living on the edge of intuition.
I lie awake in bed
Listening to Alanis Morrisette.
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21. |
Matthew's Song
02:57
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Matthew started drinking at the age of twelve. He picked the lock to his dad's liquor cabinet. Whatever he stole hed pour in water to mask the fact that anything was stolen. By the start of highschool he had a habit. Getting drunk at night playing Nintendo Wii. He could drink anybody under the table. People say he was "The Life of the Party". I remember prom night he got so drunk. He stormed the stage during the crowning ceremony. He grabbed the mic and started rapping all the words to "Fat Lip" by Sum 41. He was a legend in his own right. Then came the graduation party. He kicked so much ass at beer pong. Then belly flopped right onto a table from the second story balcony. He didnt want lovers, only beer so he drove his dad's car to the college bars. He fit right in and got so plastered until the bar played the song "Closing Time". Then he drove home completely hammered which we all know he shouldn't have done. He misestimated how sharp a curve was and drove right off a cliff. His parents searched through the fiery blaze but his body was never recovered. The life of the party died that day. He had his whole life ahead of him. Alcohol can be so fun to use but if you abuse it beyond moderation you'll wind up dying just like him... But I wont let him be forgotten. He was a legend in his own right.
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Unhinged
01:11
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Unhinged
Throwing myself down stairs
Enough is enough
But thats not true
and the truth hurts
So Ill keep grinding
Until I die
From cardiac arrest.
And your attention
I could never get enough.
I may be stupid
But I think I'm tough
At least thats what I tell myself.
I conquered death.
Ill conquer hell.
And even if I'm disemboweled.
And if I'm tortured and incinerated
I don't have a plan for Nuclear War.
I personally really couldn't give a fuck.
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23. |
Ode to Alcohol
02:31
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24. |
As Good As It Gets
01:50
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25. |
Don't Answer That
01:17
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Where do my lighters fuck off to?
And why cant I write with my left hand
and jerk off wit my right one
but it doesn't feel the same?
Why is it so damn cold in March?
And why do politicians lie?
(Dont answer that, I already know)
It's just a tactic for saving face,
Manipulating the human race.
And why don't you love me like you used to?
(Don't answer that, I already know)
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26. |
God is Your Monster
01:14
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Your words hit like a heavy weight left hook
From a south paw at peak confidence
Splitting through my abdomen.
And then there come the days
when you leave my texts on read
and i spiral out of control
into existential hopelessness
I feel like a detoxing alcoholic
Headed to rehab again.
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28. |
People Who Adore
01:15
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29. |
Give Me A Reason
02:31
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This bottle I'm drinking
Won't give me inspiration
This Bible I'm reading
Won't save me from damnation
Your leading me on with
Your words like bullets to my spine
You swallowed my demons
Then left me here to swallow pride
Give me a reason not to
Give me a reason not to
Give me a reason not to
Burn this fucker down!
My anger leads to hatred
Your hatred breeds destruction
Now I'm left contemplating
Acts of self immolation.
The gas tank on my nightstand
May not remain so idle.
I'm rolling a joint with
The pages from your Bible.
Don't call it destiny.
Don't say you've learned your lesson.
You just want sympathy
Before you do it again.
You're lacking composure
Drown in your sinking feelings.
Your cup has poured over.
Resort to over drinking.
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I wanna make love in the back of a Tesla
Fully charged and self driving
Blasting off with no destination
I wanna take you on vacation.
Swerving through traffic
I'm not guilty
of falling in love
In the back of a Tesla
It's self driving
on autopilot
Wanna be inside you
Starting a riot
We can make love
in the back of a Tesla
Driving real fast
But you can't hear the motor
But you can feel
The seats vibrating
When im inside you
I'm girating
We can make love
Anywhere in the world.
In my new Tesla
conquering roads
When i'm with you
The sky is the limit.
When i'm with you
There's not speed limit
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31. |
Those Days
01:50
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