1. |
Done
03:20
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outta gasoline to recover
the boiler man's outta steam
but my ship's gotta float no matter what the tides bring
strawberries in chocolate after my knee was scraped
sound the church bell cause we're going home
it's strange this dream reflects so clearly
it's cause I'm home
Minnesota's just over the hill
pint breath against stainless steel
a shake from Mickey's for a young sprout
a memory fades to boiling doubt
I'll reach for where the sun points
and run out of soil
one less coin I see
on this trail I'll bruise and bleed
but I'm done with that fear and I won't be long
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2. |
Chasing
03:07
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face smacked down, right in the mud
daytime hashbrown, a ripe bud
my callused fingers raised on a dime
I see blue blood, fuck it's mine
a thirty pound plate refined and showed me
how to run from the bathhouse, twilight chasing
you led, I climbed, you lied, sunblind
I fell from vines, pitch black, no fucking trace
remember your name, don't be afraid
off the pace, dust kicked up after falling back
body bayonet, wind breaking, track trailing
I've gotta get out of this place
someday I’m getting on that train
sunrise sprouts rays
milo aches, the calf awakes
ride under the kohaku waves
and there you'll find me
I lunged past surfaces
cut water into two paths, forked emphasis
mountain high, head in the sky
is evidence of elements they've brought to my table unrefined
a fox adapts, rain, heat or snow, white fur, living for tomorrow
honed creative missile magic, manically panic in the crystal cosmos you're collapsing
motto, let loose over your craft with profuse passion
crashing down off a cliff, a fiasco, your drive won't let you cash in
walk like chaplin, talking like a captain, gilligan needed a cup of ramen
charisma cataclysmic, spirit mystifies, from stoic to battle cry, Kretok vibe
Picasso painting a monarch butterfly
stopping every mile cause my gut knows a lie, life sold and bought for 7.25,
not a fucking blessing in disguise, talking about my demise under the hot sky
I'm dressed up, and stressing, so pointless, so leave me out
while we're taking our shots, there's nothing to talk about
job? 9 to 5? your spot? your way of life?
they do not care, but I can't hop from being polite
I try to avoid living in a lot, already see a sign and swerve with all I got
god, I want to reconcile for the bullshit that we've said tonight, a horn through you and I
can't hide fuck all in toxic environments, noxious mold ain't the worst that it's gotten
cause rotten tiles were never a style, but it's the lifestyle that I got
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3. |
Nothing
02:25
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made a bed outta thorns for comfort
headass waking up sore, no shock I suffered some third of a life
obsessed over a petty bye, my minds' gonna pour and fry
I don't forget, I drank from Mnemosyne
looking for your threat I can see in everybody
it occurred to save face, shit's funny
fuck your mourning, kept me in the dark since July
gimme the past times with the hard times and rewrite the script with respect for me
in another lifetime, locked myself inside, groundhog day is misery,
with a beer in your hand, "I look out for your best interest, understand?"
you got a plan? I'm no peter pan in Neverland, you're playing
I'm wasting my goddamned breath span
back to wishing you had listened
rats tripping over killing caged prisons
I see you staining bricks and the tile, tinted with your shit wisdom
while you walk a mile in winged-tipped gold weapons, forget medusa's wearing them
bitterness finely simmers in coffee you're drinking
talk to me to find more bitterness you're missing
who do you think you're fooling?
enough shit, cut that shit, bruised I swear
I'll spit the fires of hell myself I'll lose it
burden someone else
nobody's taking nothing from me again
made a deal with introspection, sanity grabbed my hand
follow my beckon, at the entrance I turn around
I've been abandoned
muscle marked but my eyes unclouded
a path of the wind had opened
unknowing and unspoken I followed some weird omen to eat clean from my garden of eden
no reason to let vices send me into a coma
six years, six strings, no freedom
no reason for another six to call a beast and relapse out of boredom
I won't set on fire, cause the pressure is nothing but a fucking page of what you've done in this album
my eyes were red cause she rests in a hospital bed, addiction he cried and paused
their curse pressed in my head while you neglected my distress
some fucking noncommittal pawn you are
that shit you regret that repeats in your head,
never listen, you'll deceit your sense, I know you, you'll stay stuck,
the same shit that I've embed, it's what you'll become
"I made you my bitch" pinkman said, your brain says
it'll fucking rot inside out like the virus you are
I'll spiral down carrying a prideful
wrestling a giant, buried in a short time
turned a blind eye only to find a lion glaring back
am I done wandering? am I done? am I? you think I'm fucking kidding
am I? and you think that I am nothing, am I?
goddamn, but you see that there is something
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4. |
Something
02:46
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you think I'm fucking done?
throw my weights, they hit the wall
god damn man,
this situation won't break me, moxie
cold showers only strengthen me,
heighten me, add fuel to your fire
when no one else backs your desires, man
cause I'm done with the excuses
this is my restitution
and you think that I'm fucking kidding
but I aim high every time
cause if I'm just a drop
in an ocean that never stops
I'll form tsunamis from my presence
that's my reign of thought
isolation's you and I, three meters beneath our minds
pride and joy, my kin, nothing to fuck with man
a mind and body, a strong foundation for prosperity
and don't even think about losing your focus when
tribulations urge you cannot rest, you must plan your best man
in a ditch by your own two hands
pull yourself back up again
some things are out of your control, don't let grief be your medicine
cause when you take a peak of what's down there, you'll rise up again
genuine separation from reality's bleak retributions
belligerent inner demons rupture your skin
cause trapdoors set by carnivores, they'll pin you for your rapport
back against the corridor, time to put use your peace and war
you thought I was nothing, now you're someone I deplore
and I'll write my folklore and make it tough to ignore
discipline my regimen, my drug, your hallucinogen, it's how I must behave
cause I believe in the power they gave of those, like my sister, who couldn't stay
faster faucet, pomegranate, chew em up and spit em out today
a hollowed shell of a beautiful fruit, cause when I look inside you,
there's a whole lot of empty space
I see a mirage of an aspiration doused in melatonin, for awhile I couldn't see em
the right persons, fashion, combination pulls the heavens down, are they grand or are they poison?
delusions of grandeur you've pushed on me til I've got nothing to offer, you fucking sneak
and now you think i'm something, so you've got something to feed on
spit gospel like chamomile, pray and sleep and sing my song
you think i'm fucking done?
you think i'm fucking kidding?
you think I am nothing
but now you see that i'm something
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5. |
Free
03:56
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bring me back to Tennessee
with your warm touch, it's settling
stay for thirty more, I know you're leaving
my tired eyes are peeling
three states away, no money
what do you wish for baby?
for one mind and body? come over here already
oh how disgusting, you're fonder of me
or I'll walk into the evening
well I'm done chasing nothing, something's free
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