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Donkey Lips
03:42
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Got the key to the door in the floor. Sign reads "H.E. double hockey sticks." Got a friend in the attic storage and a barrel on my shopping list.
Run your flaws up the flagpole, for the whole town is watching this. Make you salute your shorts. Bitch, call me donkey lips.
Ah. I'm cheese grating. I've been behind bars, all my homies screaming "Free Jason!" Metaphorically of course, I'm done with mean faces.
I got my girl drawing 6's on three paintings. That's devils work, my beverage hurts my memory. No energy on past friends, I'm finding me.
Don't need a time machine but my new lady past tens. Get it? I smash the dishes all behind me. Past tense.
Got the key to the door in the floor. Sign reads "H.E. double hockey sticks." Got a friend in the attic storage and a barrel on my shopping list.
Run your flaws up the flagpole, for the whole town is watching this. Make you salute your shorts. Bitch, call me donkey lips.
Guillotine this Asian, Blade to the Dropping block; Karate chop. Blood in my orange chicken; get the mop. No pants on, eye slant on,
So easy. Kill all robots. I'm a black belt. Yoshima.
I've been fucking numb and now that it's done I've returned to the sun with two wings made of something
other than wax and burnt feathers; I'm fly with my leather on.
Pain died with the weather. I'm floating not gloating by any means, but my pack all ride true.
P.S. stop bugging babe. My Kat don't like you.
Got the key to the door in the floor. Sign reads "H.E. double hockey sticks." Got a friend in the attic storage and a barrel on my shopping list.
Run your flaws up the flagpole, for the whole town is watching this. Make you salute your shorts. Bitch, call me donkey lips.
Welcome to Camp Anawanna. The waters undrinkable, but drink if you wanna.
Born with these horns but know there's no Prada. I live for today and prepare for mañana, pendejo, tu mamá.
My cards are all crooked I tapped them like mana. That's a Magic trick, you don't know what Magic is?
Fuck with Jason; learn more about the lake than Magic did.
Although our children are blessed once digested they shoulder the blame;
the quiet things that haunt me everyday. Are you the devil?
Got the key to the door in the floor. Sign reads "HELL: Stop & Sit" Got a friend in the attic storage and a barrel on my shopping list.
Run your flaws up the flagpole, for the whole town is watching this. Make you salute your shorts. Bitch, call me donkey lips.
Welcome to Camp Anawanna, the grounds are unstable but stay if you wanna. Stay away from the dock and stay out of the water
Coughing up a lung, she asks me if I'm dying, but I am writing a verse. Baby, I'm fine. Well...not fine but I'm better than I was. Please don't tell the church.
I don't wanna go where the good go, it's somewhere out the window.
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OOP
04:33
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’02 couldn't handle the abandonment. I found new blood in the streets that I ran them with.
Panhandle with bands. so quick so jam about plans, I had this spark before the candle lit.
Drinking til dawn, still giving it all. Two in the john, but no piss in the stall. Hide behind bars, no prison involved.
Cheap drinks til we fall. Cheap drinks til we fall. Always assume I survived like Gus Fring.
Cuz my crew give me feathers and we must wing.
We're eating out the pot Cuz fuck dishes, right? Don't go making bad decisions like.....
Talking bout my click I see Notifications
Walk like you the ish I see No defecation.
You go "Oop, Oh, Uh Oh"
We're gonna "Oop! Oh! Uh Oh!"
Whole fucking crew in the building. Shout to the few who gone missing.
Originally Unaccepted by the Unaccepteds. My boy Cheeze put in the word,
I was just depressed, I needed real friendship,
that's when I met my older brother who was the head of the rest
and ever since we've been risking arrests together and started that test together.
So glad we're talking again, felt like I died inside, got more chapters to write in time this is infernal diatribe.
Anyway. Got two rules for succeeding. Number one is never reveal the proceeding.
Tricks back up my sleeve and pet peeves off the leash and been barking so loud I can't get enough sleep.
Talking bout my click I see Notifications
Walk like you the ish I see No defecation.
You go "Oop, Oh, Uh Oh"
We're gonna "Oop! Oh! Uh Oh!"
Whole fucking crew in the building. Shout to the few who gone missing.
Even then, I'm Missing like the leaves when I loved me last. Hungry man for my scummy ass, dinner table disabled.
Ableton just crashed again and I lost my session and my last defense.
Masochist with a swollen heart, suffering bars from prison: Mass arrest.
Rancid gets as rancid gets. I haven't. But All my cash is spent. Ugly fucking mirrors in the hallway.
Here's a tip, get her off with the foreplay, life's a peach ain't it. I'm least patient.
Jesus waited three days but I'm Jason. Red line, no peak. My head finds no sleep.
Bed shy for a week. Dead on site. please don't speak to the help.
Guessing Imma drink it off. So Pass me what you Sippin on.
Talking bout my click I see Notifications
Walk like you the ish I see No defecation.
You go "Oop, Oh, Uh Oh"
We're gonna "Oop! Oh! Uh Oh!"
Whole fucking crew in the building. Shout to the few who gone missing.
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Trippin'
02:44
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I'm poppin my collar on this one. Picked up the liquor but forgot the fucks to give.
I'm ill but I'm far from the suffering.
Want one with me you get a ton more
Move ya damn feet. You better run for it.
Taking shots. No gun smoke
My dreads blue. The judge choked.
Yaaaaaaaa. Peanut butter jelly bitch.
Expose these hoes like Peter Griffin’s belly is.
Can't fuck up my day or my week and my Saturday’s rad,
and my Sunday; its still got the cherry bitch.
Faded out eating some cookie crisp. You faded out like Pepsi lemon twist.
Nah I ain't even tripping.
Nah. I ain't even mad.
Just do what you do, you're just fooling the fools. I'll put you in the dirt from way up on the roof.
So do what you do, you're just fooling the fools. I'll put you in the dirt from way up on the roof.
I ain't even tripping. Simple.
Shit you get into.
Bitch, I’m different.
Who? You guessed it!
Gas pedal down. Now Imma wreck this…
Enemy energy remedies nothing,
it's Amityville in the melodies, pumping and bumping And keeping you coming,
and that’s something I can't even explain.
But my fans get me through days I couldn't see sun rays.
Drop you if you pop off, meet you like the drop off.
Big top, like a pair of “D”s, yeah, I parody but you knock offs.
Nah I ain't even tripping.
Nah. I ain't even mad.
Just do what you do, you're just fooling the fools. I'll put you in the dirt from way up on the roof.
So do what you do, you're just fooling the fools. I'll put you in the dirt from way up on the roof.
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Stayoutofthewater
05:15
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You see that shark fin?
You know it make them guppies swim.
You see the sign? No diving in.
Blood on the surface as the ocean grinned.
Fuck a fake friend, ketchup on an ego. Let's get it jumpin like its mustard on the beat, ho. I been had it all. You been had nothin. 123321 we manhunted and you ran from us. You better do what the boss orders. Playing god but your cross shorter. Didn't just cross lines, you crossed borders cuz my top priorities are my fucking daughters.
Keep menstruating fabricated statements with no stating anything but fiction. Listen, I'm not gonna give in to some bullshit that'll never render truthful. Filling my new pools with anotha trouble. Pshhhh...please. I do just like the sun does. Sun up. Sun up. Shark in the water kid.
You see that shark fin?
You know it make them guppies swim.
You see the sign? No diving in.
Blood on the surface as the ocean grinned.
Stay out of the water for you're own good.
Coat tails light as fuck now, ain't no bitches flying free. Fuck a team I got a family, we eat great and ride e to the z. I got them they got me, get in between well pile teeth. No lifeguard on this vile beach.
It's just the same shit with the same script and then rage quit. The stories so repetitive no evidence, we want just the fax. Copy that? Consulting exes that you banked on, but let's be frank brah, this was a heist, no bank job, and every enemy to you wears a white tank top. Right. Sing it loud hater boy, but there's no light like this broken raiden toy, see you later boy.
You see that shark fin?
You know it make them guppies swim.
You see the sign? No diving in.
Blood on the surface as the ocean grinned.
Stay out of the water for you're own good.
And we're living, were living.
And you livid. You livid.
And we're living, were living.
All hustle, no hurdles,
all hustle, no hurdles, come on.
You see that shark fin?
You know it make them guppies swim.
You see the sign? No diving in.
Blood on the surface as the ocean grinned.
Bass.
Drown in the water, down, down, and away you go.
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I know you can't hear me now, but I'll sing this consistently.
I know you can't see me now, sometimes right ain't easy.
It's never letting up, I've had enough and this battlefield is no place for these angels.
Growing up in them ourselves; you'd think you'd be smart enough to set aside the differences, but you aren't able.
Court orders; you brought mortars to the table we were still eating on. Unstable and raving about hell-knows now.
Insecure, insuring the stirred in was murdered of truth. Hell no, wow! Both been in there shoes but you determined there youth.
The bell tolls, foul air out of your mouth,
where you condition children to distinguish their father as nothing but someone who's running away,
when honesty is something you fake.
Have you ever cried? Have you ever loved?
I call shenanigans, been with a mannequin, now I'm a man again.
And no one will save them, and no one will stay on the path that they're taking.
They'll grow up both hating the one that quote raised them, unquote.
And they'll see through the years that my love never faded, be patient, I'm Jason, your dad.
I know you can't hear me now, but I'll sing this consistently.
I know you can't see me now, sometimes right ain't easy.
I am the knot at the end of your rope, but no one like the bad noose.
Flaunting that your hanging on, but your necklace is too loose darling.
Lead your armies to the front, you're firing shots but not even once have you even aimed.
Their tiny shoulders can't hold up the weight of this wait and neither can mine, it's the same.
Wait up for me babies, I have short legs that are tied to a fight based on spiting, I'm binded.
Put this in a song, is it wrong if I write it? Still I'd be wrong if I right it.
Have you ever cried? Have you ever loved?
I call shenanigans, been with a mannequin, now I'm a man again.
And no one will save them, and no one will stay on the path that they're taking.
They'll grow up both hating the one that quote raised them, unquote.
And they'll see through the years that my love never faded, be patient, I'm Jason, your dad.
Although I'll never let it go, I have no control of this...
I know you can't hear me now, but I'll sing this consistently.
I know you can't see me now, sometimes right ain't easy.
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Sick Sick Sick
03:13
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7. |
Tattoos
03:26
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Yet
03:24
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So go on my friend take a shot with Lemmy.
So go on my friend, you know that you'll live in our memories.
Just read that message from Erin. (Just read that message)
I think that Imma need a second. (Hold up I need a sec)
Modified's where I was heading. (Modified studios)
My team is like yo where your head is? (Yo what the deal is?)
Strung up, like the axes you murdered man.
I'm fucked up like a plane in some turbulence.
Hopping back into my feelings. Not gonna make it thru, not without tearing.
I'll be taking a shot for you friend. We'll rock out when I see you again.
Just heard the news. We all know it's too soon.
Sat there til noon. Wishing I had spent more minutes, I regret lost time.
you were my brother more than I could show (more than you know) if I write 4 more.
So Lemme ask you what the hell man? You didn't meet my girls yet.
And I. Think. We. Have yet to take over the world. Yeah...
Just read that message from Erin. (Just read that message)
I think that Imma need a second. (Hold up I need a sec)
Modified's where I was heading. (Modified studios)
My team is like yo where your head is? (Yo what the deal is?)
Strung up, like the axes you murdered man.
I'm fucked up like a plane in some turbulence.
Hopping back into my feelings. Not gonna make it thru, not without tearing.
I'll be taking a shot for you friend. We'll rock out when I see you again.
Can't believe you're gone…
Wishing that we could just live in this song.
To live your memory I'll always ask where the parties at.
You're heart was too big. Size of big rigs. Cardiac.
(What about when we had nothing?) When there was no party you started it.
So go on my friend take a shot with Lemmy.
So go on my friend, you know that you'll live in our memories.
And to my boy boy. I love you bruh.
This is one last “oi oi” cuz we’re the fucking punks.
Just read that message from Erin. (Just read that message)
I think that Imma need a second. (Hold up I need a sec)
Modified's where I was heading. (Modified studios)
My team is like yo where your head is? (Yo what the deal is?)
Strung up, like the axes you murdered man.
I'm fucked up like a plane in some turbulence.
Hopping back into my feelings. Not gonna make it thru, not without tearing.
I'll be taking a shot for you friend. We'll rock out when I see you again.
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10. |
Devilution
03:38
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Dropping A Popped Locket Queens, New York
Jay Specimen - All Vocals, Instruments, & Mixing unless otherwise noted.
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