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Ten AM, PST
01:02
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Ten AM, sun is up
I'm still up
What the fuck is up?
We did it again
We did it again
Follow me with a tombstone if I don't make it home
More smoke to the dome 'cause the day's already gone
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Bottomfeed
03:10
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Retread from this night
Did all it could to lay me out
Consciously misleading
Thought you loved mystery feelings
I'm at the bottom, feeding
You're at the top disagreeing
Can't you see faded skies?
All of my power just to chill out
(chorus)
Should it be any of my concern?
That so close was I to the burn
Just forget what you saw
And go back to work
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Tell me how shit ends up this way?
Woke up in some sumbitch's bathtub today
A lit joint burned a hole in my face
Some guy on the john was charming a snake
Your roomie said that we did quite alright
Put on a lampshade, busted out the light
Shake the death's rattle, I think I just might
And eat the dragon's pussy and I'll take my time
Said you don't even know where you got your shit?
I don't know what it is but you're covered in it
Quick duck behind the couch, he's gotta knife!
But we choose our wounds so we'll be fine
A floosie came and said "Are you alright?"
Then slapped me with a fish and ate the eyes
These druggy hipsters got me out my mind
But I've fucked death I'll do it one more time
(x2)
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4. |
Long Time A Go-Go
03:36
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They say it's a myth
Don't let it rob your sleep at night
But something about that myth
Always sounded so nice
But now we're all talk and no show
Got lost in a crowded go-go
An ex man, he wants the answers too
Will only be as straight as what I got from you
How come, I can't seem to get through to you
How come, I waste my time trying to undo
How long, you've been so close but so far away
I don't wanna fight you
But I will just for the passion
I shouldn't even like you
It's all for one last course of action
A part of me always wants to be like "fuck you"
And you can tell that to all your daddy friends, too
I'm not above pulling the same shit, that's true
Guess eye candy's all we'll ever amount to
Oh
(chorus)
So much for the trust we never had
Jealousy's been making the blood bad
I though we were all just friends too
This'a blues I don't want about you
Unless it's real then it's best we both chill
I'm in no rush but I won't sit still
(chorus)
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5. |
Old Kid
01:46
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Remember the future tonight, kid
Don't try and hide from Mama, what you did
I know you want the knife
But you got the rest of your life
To cast out on a private island
For now, we're out here
Doing our best just to last
The efforts as concerted
As much as I'm still perverted
I'm just trying not to grow up so fast
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6. |
Sucker Free
02:50
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I'm getting over it now
Was an idiot to love it?
Now the more they say I've made it
All the more I've come to hate it
Can we just give it all a rest now?
They've been seeing me walking 'round
Ever since I moved downtown
But I don't see anyone I want to
And no one I don't have to
So forgive me for not waving you down
I mean to say I'm careless
Cause caring bout it don't mean a thing
And don't mistake this arrogance
For feeling satisfied for the way I'm being
Do you see anyone watching over?
We got no one to answer to
So let's get another glass
Do another line of an ass
Like what better we really gotta do?
Can we just go already?
I don't wanna waste my off-night
Well my nose is kinda runny
And that guy's lookin at me funny
It's like we're just here out of spite
(chorus)
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7. |
In The Club Alone
03:28
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Started off like any old night
Talking shit under the patio light
Til I had that one too many
So would've said I had it coming for me
Went out saw someone I still kinda know
Who looked at me like they'd just seen a ghost
Flipping the bird and something bout not getting back
I had to duck under the smashing glass
Thank god you didn't see me hit the overpass
At the Sevy's reaching probably an impasse
Lurked down the bike trail with a road sode
The one in between the club and home
I'm in the club alone
I'm in the club alone
I'm tryin to make a bad bitch's night
While I try to forget about mine
I'm in the club alone
Like when you strike gold but you keep on digging
You'll lose quicker than it took you to win it
Chalk it up to being in poor form
Nobody wanna talk, they just wanna perform
S'why I lose myself in a dim-lit place
Where the bands and tops pop off
And the Migos play
I'll be fine by the new year
I'll be high by the next beer
I'll be high with my hands full with 'em
Calvin Klein proud of what you put in 'em
(chorus)
Mull this over, rest of the night
ooo ooo
Pray Jehovah, forsake this life
ooo ooo
(chorus)
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8. |
Don't Need A Solution
04:33
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And I'l admit it's obvious
My situation isn't envious
And the location made it even worse
Sometimes I'm craving silence
Other times be chasing violence
This sabotage is a science
We did it for experience
An episodic life of failed experiments
Now I'm not your idea of good company
The ties I've built drop like flies for me
Thanks so much for just now paying attention
I don't care what you would in my position
You thought I was an idiot
To which I was so oblivious
When you found me in South Eugene
Walking around on LSD
Took me awhile to see where it was coming from
The phone speaker didn't do it justice none
That A$AP flow from the years ago
I put the aux in my face like I was the stereo
(chorus)
(chorus)
I can see the grimace right up off the gate
This that problem fave, the face you love to hate
Now I'm keeping better company
And it just might alright for me
Thanks so much for just paying attention
Hope I stood out in the bigger collection
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9. |
Like Sick Wicked
03:59
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What good is it to be capable of everything
All on my own?
To never know the fun of being shown how
Consider just for second that everyone
You know right now
Wont care to hear you figure it all out
I might blow it
Or be just fine
They've had their chances
I'll blow mine
Just get what you come for
Your creature comforts
Forget what we can do
To live like lovers
The habits that I enable, you inevitably
Do all alone
So sick of being told to slow down
(chorus)
Try to remember what you told me the other night
Out on my porch
Shit really put me way out of my zone
(chorus)
Forget what we can do
To live like lovers
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10. |
Completely Out Of Touch
03:57
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You know the things in life you wish weren't true
It's only funny when it's not about you
It don't matter how much you think you're cool
It matters what you take as fake or true
I could have died when you said I love you
When I had to hold you back from jumping off the roof
I could lay low
Or I could say no
But that's not enough for me
I could just take the L
Or just let time tell
But sleep wont come easily
I was trying to hear your plight and you called me a sycophant
And that you might be right is what I can't comprehend
Turns out this town has bad taste in men and you're no exception
If to forgive's the answer, then what the hell's the question?
We'll just beat the dead horse til 9 AM next morning
Still out of touch and you with a razor's quite alarming
(chorus)
She don't remember anything, so what to do?
There's always someone out there better than you
But I could've died when you said "I love you"
Turns out you want to more than I could ever do
(chorus)
I just want another night that we had before these
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11. |
Ten AM Reprise
03:28
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When you said, so close to me
You're not my idea of good company
Still I'm morbidly curious to see
What I forsake for your comforting
I feel the urge to say it
Even though you will forget
But you're the only one listening
And the dope is in my system
Just 'cause I'm youngest one in here
That don't let me off the hook
I've heard about The Look
But I can't read in your eyes
What you don't say in words
But I'll risk killing the vibe
And coming off a jerk
We've been here awhile staring at this bathroom tile
Did it again like it was going outta style
Another drip, can't think
As I'm hovering over a bloody sink
Buck nasty, knocking over everybody drinks
Can't catch a Beep when he's on a rolla like a rink
And you know I'm rollin 541
Til I die for one
Drop your mans in the river
You can cry me one
Last time you hear someone say "Beeps ain't hard"
Then you'll see that motherfucker's face on milk carton
Still makin shit go down in the E
Where they're never ready for a motherfucker like me
Catching heat in the alley
Hangin fools off of balconies
And making sure the snitches
Stay swimming with the fishes
And whatever you wishin is what I'm already dishin' for commission so quit your bitchin or you ain't gettin the minimum of taste of when I'm catchin dude's face and I'm hittin' em!
What the fuck time did you say it was again?
Saving my regrets for when I wake up at the end
Ten AM, sun is up
I'm still up
What the fuck is up?
We did it again
We did it again
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