1. |
Big Drip
04:12
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I am an ordinary guy
Fuck up every time I try
I don't believe the words they say
The same shit day after day
Suits sucking on a teat
Can anybody give me some advice on what I'm supposed to eat?
Give me confidence in a bin bag
Give me ignorance
Sometimes, feels like we're born hate
I paid the cost for your mistakes
I'm not broken
But I don't feel great
Kiss your cheeks when you get bloody knees
Baby can we slow down please?
I wonder what I'll leave behind
Doubt there's much you'll find
Violence and riots sounds nice but I'm tired
I'll probably stay quiet cus I got too much to lose
That means nothing to you
This BS runs deeper, sit down and wait for the reaper
Sometimes, feels like we're born hate
I paid the cost for your mistakes
I'm not broken
But I don't feel great
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2. |
Home Team
03:19
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The low sun is blinding
Shield my eyes from all their laughing
The bad vibes keep me losing
Take highest lows because things are so bad
I wish you wouldn't call me that
Still swinging with my baseball bat
No home runs in my early teens
Still striking out at 33
Keep on dreaming about dreaming
About winning
About knee slides, and hi fives
I got dirt in my eye, why do I even try?
I wish you wouldn't call me that
Still swinging with my baseball bat
No home runs in my early teens
Still striking out at 33
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3. |
Garden Baby
02:05
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Straight out
Straight out the garden baby
Drive hard
To the rim until it breaks
It's a back court violation
And here we go again
Knocked out
We bleed orange and blue
Inbound
Lets start over next year
It's a back court violation
And here we go again
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4. |
Bill Dauterive
05:19
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Not Hank, always BIll, never king of the hill
Remember in the morning
You asked me what's the deal with
Being so fucking boring?
Forget the lock in, I'll return back to my coffin
Always coughing up my lungs, we're so dumb
Coors light, Bud light, piss drunk in the front yard
You gotta honour their memories, please don't forget me.
You gotta honour their memories
Turning back into the past, an endless loop, whatever
Circle the drain forever
Passing out on the bathroom tiles
So sick, so sick to dfeath of this shit
So sick
Coors light, Bud light, piss drunk in the front yard
You gotta honour their memories, please don't forget me.
You gotta honour their memories
Please don't forget my memory...
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5. |
Public Pool
01:51
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I wanna drown in the public pool
Because the local kids can be so cruel
I threw the first brick through your window
Didn't know I could be such an arsehole
They'll bury you in your shame
Put the board up at your window pane
Got kicked off the wrestling team
I think the bad times are killing me
And maybe I'll always think
It would be nice
To float sometimes
Running through the streets trying to get lost
But Satan has got me in a headlock
And we won't get far
In your burnt out car
So that night I thought, "what if it all ends?"
Or can we just start all over again
But the local kids can be so cruel
I wanna drown in the public pool
And maybe I'll always think
It would be nice
To float sometimes
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