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Curled up in the bathtub like I'm Ori from T dub C
Every single time I make a track I catch a dub, see?
I'm not tryna hear about that hater shit
Hit your favorite spot and I don't pay for shit
Y'all imbibe easily on some paper shit
Shoulda handled it earlier, I've been negligent
Talking with a girl that smells like cinnamon
Let her hit once, won't show face again
I'm not really with the moralizing
You fucked up, that is not surprising
Hot as fuck plus I'm enterprising
Ultimate plan what I been devising
I've cried in a motel, I've cried in a 5 star
I've been watching, I know what your lives are
Don't give a fuck bout aesthetic pretentions
Tired of me still not getting a mention
I go hard, not a point of contention
Family still tryna stage an intervention
I'm terrified, death's gonna come
I hope that I'm old but I might be young
If I were a mother I'd eat my young
That's why I'm not tryna have kids
Don't want the papers discussing what Maude did
I got problems but I keep them hid
If you knew me you'd probably think I'm lame as fuck
Messy, bound to perpetually be always messing up
But it's okay, I look cute as fuck
"Oh my god Maude Fey's a slut"
Yeah, I thought I told you
If you're not pretty I don't wanna hold you
I'm sorry
And I'm not talking bout appearance
Most of y'all's soul ugly just like your parents
Your beats sound like you got em on clearance
You say you're dope, that is not what I'm hearing
I've cried in a motel, I've cried in a 5 star
Stuck around a while, now I know who my friends are
Did all this shit and I still can't play guitar
Fell off for a bit but came back like Pixar
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Apagón
00:49
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Flicker of light, apagón
Used to have a heart now my heart is gone
I might lose it all over bygones
I might get mauled like Qui-Gon
She wanna choke me like a python
But she's more like a grass snake
You can squish those with rocks
I don't think outside the box
Because I do not know that there's a box
They wanna kiss me and take off my socks
But I know the real game plan
I'll fall asleep then they'll cut off my locks
I feel like Samson
Saw my crush hanging at the Sam's Club
Overheard her Twitter handle
I should probably leave it alone though
Got a new family, it's all in my phone though
I know what you do alone in your condo
I know the secrets you whisper to God though
I don't know what I'm talking about
Power snaps back on, guess there was a blackout
Power snaps back on, guess there was a blackout
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The metallic taste of the ring on your annulary finger in my mouth
I can't keep waiting for my sex appeal to sprout
A hermit reading about lust instead of watching it
Everything about me that should be a plus I keep on botching it
I wasn't made to receive the hate you give
Cross my heart and hope to live
Lie to myself, I keep saying that I never fib
Never this, never that, I've never lived
They wanna cut my hair like Charlotte
They wanna turn me into them like Scarlett
They want me to excel like Charles
They want me to exhale, drive the car
You put a fist in your mouth and suck on every single digit individually
I can't really compete with that
Beautiful sweeping statements that elucidate nothing
Just looked in the mirror again and you know what I looked like? Nothing
No job, no face, no clothes
Like the nothingness girl that your girlfriend rode
The other night
Or the night before that
Doesn't really matter, I'm straying from the format
The metallic taste of the ring on your annulary finger in my mouth
I can't keep waiting for my sex appeal to sprout
A hermit reading about lust instead of watching it
Everything about me that should be a plus I keep on botching it
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Sur l'écran noir de mes nuits blanches
Moi je me fais du cinéma
Sans pognon et sans caméra
Bardot peut partir en vacances:
Ma vedette, c'est toujours toi
Pour te dire que je t'aime, rien à faire, je flanche:
J'ai du cœur mais pas d'estomac
C'est pourquoi je prends ma revanche
Sur l'écran noir de mes nuits blanches
Où je me fais du cinéma
D'abord un gros plan sur tes hanches
Puis un travelling-panorama
Sur ta poitrine grand format
Voilà comment mon film commence
Souriant je m'avance vers toi
Un mètre quatre-vingts, des biceps plein les manches
Je crève l'écran de mes nuits blanches
Où je me fais du cinéma
Te voilà déjà dans mes bras
Le lit arrive en avalanche...
Sur l'écran noir de mes nuits blanches
Où je me fais du cinéma
Une fois, deux fois, dix fois, vingt fois
Je recommence la séquence
Où tu me tombes dans les bras...
Je tourne tous les soirs, y compris le dimanche
Parfois on sonne; j'ouvre: c'est toi!
Vais-je te prendre par les hanches
Comme sur l'écran de mes nuits blanches ?
Non: je te dis "comment ça va ?"
Et je t'emmène au cinéma...
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Old dog in the snow
A dream of never letting go
Thought that maybe you should know
I dream of never letting go
...I dream about a lot of things
Like your corpse in front of me, on bathroom tiles
Banned from all heat, robbed of all smiles
I steal your heels, put them on, run a couple miles
Try not to to think about your body defiled
Run so far, run so far, run so far
Not that far, not that far, not so far
Shadows catch up to me
They don't say "what's up" to me
They just drag me back
To your face down on the cracks
I hear the voice of the leader of the shadow pack
"Own up to your actions, you sad, sad, sad sack"
But I didn't do it
But I didn't do it
I swear I didn't do it
It doesn't feel like I did it
Sometimes the answer is hidden
The old dog lying in the snow he got bitten
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Calcification
01:04
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All my fears calcified
All my passions calcified
All my hatred calcified
All my love calcified
Couldn't wait another night
Had to tell you all that I hate you and I love you and I hope that I never ever see you again
And I'm sorry for lashing out and I hope that you still can see me as a friend
In the end
It doesn't matter because I will do it again
Sentiments
Never shared
Makes me scared
I saw him down a bottle of gin
Slurring epitaphs
"Can I get a photograph?"
Woke up in a cold sweat
It's not time to go yet
Closest thing to a eulogy I'll get is "you're dead to me"
That's a lie, I'll get empty prayers like my appendectomy
Listen, I need respect, I don't care if you hate me
Calcification, bones brittle, you can break me
I don't know what I'm doing but you don't know what you're doing either so it doesn't matter
Nobody really knows if I exist, I feel like dark matter
But the best part?
I got them hooked on the product like SweeTarts
She started it
Now Maude Fey is gonna finish it
Nevermind, run away on my skittish shit
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