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11:46 AM
01:55
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see you stumble
in a mumble
see that hat falling off your lazy head
i'm a raver
with a silk heart
got a cotton mouth from the last time we met
we were close then
now where are we?
unaware of joy we should've never even spent
these days i can't hold conversations
that would last more than a chat
i feel the empathy is gone
if only i could write a check
collisions would never heal
the loss of something we once held
well, were we ever close enough?
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2. |
Black Leggings
03:55
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i always love when the sun is hot
it's when the ladies go fresh in shorts
but there is something about the cold
a wrap so tight that remains untold
the way it shapes them young legs so soft
and nothing under, so sweet and warm
it doesn't matter, she won't freeze
and with black leggings especially
BLACK LEGGINGS
it feels so good to have it pressing on my lips
BLACK LEGGINGS
it's such a shame you wear it only at the gym
BLACK LEGGINGS
and every curve you own could lighten up a room
BLACK LEGGINGS
so hurry up, the best of times are coming through
unsolve the mystery that's in your skin
i'll be there licking you leg to chin
darling those leggings could take me far
i wanna rip it, my teeth are sharp
BLACK LEGGINGS
it feels so good to have it pressing on my lips
BLACK LEGGINGS
it's such a shame you wear it only at the gym
BLACK LEGGINGS
and every curve you own could lighten up a room
BLACK LEGGINGS
so hurry up, the best of times are coming through
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3. |
Average Overall
03:34
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i was molded by
my self commitment
my decisions try
to make it achievable
when i'm in could 9
with nothing to give you
bothering your kind
my own intuition
own it
the space behind your back
tongue it
what's stuck inside your flesh
stomp it
phone it
love it
breeze
loathe it
moan it
rope it
sleaze
lone i wanna be gone i wanna belong i wanna be loose
is in your garage is in your massage is in your tattoos
your ego ain't your amigo, any mosquito knows that is true
get well it might take a spell it might take a hell it might take a truce
i was in the middle of my last self indulgent situation
it was holiday and i was
it was holiday and i was
it was holiday and i was
finding space in my cart for a godamn cornucopia
it was holiday and i was
it was holiday and i was
it was holiday and i was
with my girl drinking juice and eating cheeseburgers
it was holiday and i was
it was holiday and i was
it was holiday and i was
doing nothing in my room holding tight to my knees_____..
lone i wanna be gone i wanna become i wanna be loose
is in your garage is in your massage is in your tattoos
your ego ain't your amigo, any mosquito knows that is true
get well it might take a spell it might be a hell it might take a truce
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4. |
Your Lungs
03:20
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don't go crying because i miss you
all this time that i've been blue
all this pressure in your lungs
i could take if you give some
gotta put this in your head
there's a way we can beat death
i'll take care of your problems
in a way you don't bother
you're an overachiever
through the path where you shiver
me, i'm over dramatic
i can shoot automatic
and the glass reflects the sun
air conditioning your lungs
where you take all the pressure
and my love you don't measure
[eerie light, once i've been so bright
now i'm losing all of my grip
heat your ways through the microwave
now i'm longing for your receipt
easy hands flicking through the pants
hanging over the edge of the seat
eat you whole just like i'm supposed
now i ain't so hard to believe
and the dam is starting to leak
build a house it's brick after brick
grab a drink just to give me a sip
i've been losing all of my grip]
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5. |
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so much to learn
and so much to return
as you trip through the faces
morosely fading
of death gormandizers
in fragile alliance
to each one his own
such a force to divide all the world
could be good
to leave rope burns of love
where you lay your dry bones
resurrected in stone
try the beach or the woods
before you know
that the toys are made in filthy basements
golden glories soon forgotten
acting like no one ever told you
that the earth is blue
and it's pretty big too
getting lost just like you
me i'm a boy
so completely devoid
of the sense to forget
what's to search and destroy
oh to stab all the liars
and praise the inspired
we're stuck to the fall
as we dream of the pleasure beyond
walk me through
conversations so sweet
wrapped in lavender sheets
on the grass as you please
tenderly slowing down
before it's time
to annoy the neighbors, guilty favor
golden glories soft & boring
when you're tired of rolling the boulder
to the top of the hill
many ventures & chills
after taxes & bills
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6. |
Overpriced
03:13
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it lifts you so high
away with your crime
believe me, your skin will smell like fresh cinnamon
it's said then it's done
the bond's just so strong
it would be so stupid if you weren't with us
we dress like you must
we look like you lust
then we call you baby
come have fun
the things you sell
sure i will buy
but
I'M WASTING
so please don't take
me for a fool
IT'S ACHING
it's all about dope
and practical jokes
it's all about richmen making funny remarks
our kids and our cars
plus chocolate bars
amazingly something's always missing for us
well, living is tough
it's never enough
in corporate festivals
we meet up
the things you sell
sure i will buy
but
I'M WASTING
so please don't take
me for a fool
IT'S ACHING
necessities
crafted by magazines
WE'RE FAKING
the gold you own
surround your dying bones
YOU'VE MADE IT
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7. |
It Ain't What You Saw
03:14
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grab your latest anguish
& put it on a shelf
you ain't the first to feel it
mr. somebody else
we keep on getting louder
ambitiously survive
well everyone is doin' it
so won't you take a ride?
REFRÃO
people talked the talk-talk
when somebody changed the beat
some are still offended
by the perks of smoking weed
another golden slumber
to carry out your eyes
so when you fall for cheap love
no need to apologize
REFRÃO
people talked the talk-talk
when somebody changed the beat
some are still offended
by the perks of smoking weed
and many motherfuckers
making people disagree
it ain't what you saw
but what is made believe
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8. |
Green or Brown
01:21
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wait for what comes next
you know it's for the best
if happiness is brief
oblivious is the grief
so long
fill me up with rage
the ones i can't relate
the chances i mislead
the constant tribal chief
the fun
i've found my counterpart
she's crimson in the heart
but i just can't decide
what's the color of her eye
green or brown?
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9. |
A Cigarette Burn
06:00
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i greet you every morning with a cigarette burn
you tell me that you never ever had so much fun
i leave you in the afternoon, my eyes are so black
you tell me that you never ever felt so distressed
i'd raise a marble wall so i can get you inside
you'd feed me with your lips so i can tell you no lie
you let me hold the crown, and then you put it away
i search you in the city, well the city is grey
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twisting darlings so tipsy in parties you got me wasted - i gotcha
bleed your donor, you ain't madonna or baby jesus - whatever
rip them pages, so full of maybes, you make me proud like your papa
unicorns and the pretty chords right where you were born like an angel
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Danger City São Paulo, Brazil
Não tocando stoner rock desde 1989.
Not playing stoner rock since 1989.
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