1. |
GRADUATE SCHOOL
04:11
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they kicked me out of graduate school
yeah, it really wasn't cool
not strung out on drugs
i obeyed all their rules
stuffed words into my mouth
sent me on my way
ain't nothing left here
that's all there is to say
well, i guess that time was of the essence
and all that cliche shit
they kicked me out because
they claimed that i was unfit
but they don't mind you
don't mind your attitude
and all your ways
yeah, they don't mind you
don't mind your attitude or all your ways
upper class purity
promised another way
folks remember what you say
their path leads to dividends
boy, you gotta carry that weight
my eyes was so awake
but i kept free
in the hope that i'd be you
your skin i need,
hate answers,
ignore your truth,
should hips be groomed,
held close, and then cut loose
stinking swine,
finds answers,
in vermouth
i am fucked
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2. |
ADVANCERS
03:47
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Hit corners and slang for the day.
White people told them to behave.
These brown people,
how dare they,
hit corners and slang for the day.
Look around, Little Village was pillaged too!
Cocktail spots now adorn its avenues.
Hit them books son, Fix that GPA.
Tells you what to think and to say.
Won't make it to that NCAA. Hit them books son,
fix that GPA.
Look around, Little Village was pillaged too!
Cocktail spots now adorn its avenues.
Cultural genocide,
Consumes all disqualified
victory is claimed in name of advancers
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3. |
GIMME
03:27
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yeah, i gave the middle finger
it was what i'd want
i shot that messenger
i'm john dupont
i killed my idols
got me closer to god
observe me, creature features
love, me, tightwad
just gimme
just gimme
just gimme
just gimme
just gimme
just gimme
guns and gimme drugs
cuz they're what i need
gimme yr little baby fingers
i'll call you socrates
yes, you have a bodyguard
i'll make him do the twist
who knew that the revolution
would look like this?
just gimme
just gimme
just gimme
just gimme
just gimme
just gimme
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4. |
VIOLENCE
05:01
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can't get enough of this.
honey could be my bliss,
because i found my redemption
pulled from the depths of your kiss.
have so much to say.
hope it comes out okay.
will live in silence
and to this world differ
let heart flutter
in cliche like a hummingbird.
--
old adage of self help,
hold close and let no one else,
weep of static,
mourning dove,
claimed beyond faults
my dear, it's a workday
sleep in but don't delay
of the rousing touch
from lips i crave so much
so rest in silk now
words guide as a crutch
you are the present tense
highbrow and so immense
so foolish in this
stand in such pretense
can i feel better?
one hopes,
to find common sense
observation,
i felt hope for you,
in my silence
turns out in the end
that we loved the violence
i pick i choose it
the way we lose it
nervous breakdown
and pocket fives
i pick i choose it
the way we lose it
nervous breakdown
and pocket fives
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5. |
VICODIN MEXICAN LEMONADE
05:55
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she gave me vicodin mexican lemonade
without head but fed
words to say
would mess around until her hair let down
i get in the way
here i go
i'm on my own
of the latest fashion
with dose of methadone
take a cue,
how do i know,
me and not you?
the language we use,
how easily you bruise
it's a construct
but just don't quit
hypocrite,
can't seem to commit
i can't wait
to kick around,
or flip some real estate
i feel fine
see my chakras?
check my spine!
it's just this food
it leaves me quite lewd
and i can't be subdued
it's a construct
but just don't quit
hypocrite,
can't seem to commit
try double time
assume we just don't care
we're just delighted to be in there
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6. |
GUSTO
03:05
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we clank boots on pavement
we pass some crooked houses
we got the beat of our hearts
we got the clicks of their mouse
cops roll by
and target all other faces
rough some crackhead up
but now we have some doubts
so one more time with feeling
give it the gusto
scribble of a pen
crafts a narrative about
placing boots on cars
and telling us only what we must know
that if we stay devout
we'll never know what shit's about
'cause when a man says that he couldn't breathe.
when stories break but most refuse to see,
shadows and insiduous doubts,
cast upon the alter of fucking hack sellouts
happy birthday to you!
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7. |
TEARS RAN DRY
06:07
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the tears ran dry
don't really know what that means
i was born to get down,
but then drowned in gasolines
got my answers
but they seemed so obscene
i equate, postulate, and relate,
know what i mean?
and my mother and father
well, they tried to warn ya
coked up and living in southern california
leased a cadillac paid on the minimum wage
waved at fly little honeys
went about their day
while i look forward,
deep into that bright black sky
same old story
damned if you do
damned if you don't
just try to justify the truth in that you just won't
born to serve and then to die and fade away
take what you can,
master plan,
but I'd rather stay
and my mother and father
well, they tried to warn ya
coked up and living in southern california
leased a cadillac paid on the minimum wage
waved at fly little honeys
went about their day
while i look forward,
deep into that bright black sky
no more answers
when the tears ran dry
so exit seasons,
drowned in that bright black sky
didn't matter, the reasons
when the tears ran dry
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