Hey Good Lookin'

two beds in one big room
tuesdays...
they'd go, we'd stay  

i guess that's family life?
no way that this is how we'll stay

your face says lets get out 
ok...
rebel and lets get out 
ok...

you know that i…
i wanna say

'how you doing? how ya been?''
i wanna say...
'ill see you in three months again'
i wanna say...
'remember how we'd wish it end?'
i wanna say…
'kind of my fault were just friends'
i wanna say…

don't think i don't care
i wanna say…

you could say i mind it, when i think back day by day  
i feel fucked up when you ask 'can i see you?'

your face said lets get out 
ok...
rebel and lets get out 
ok...
your face said lets get out 
ok...
rebel and lets get out 
ok, how about today?

how you doing? how you been? 

how you doing? how you been? 
how you doing? how you been? 
how you doing? how you been? 
you used to be my only friend..

new laundry


We played our games on idyllic streets
We had no cause to complain
No complex melodies
No strange backbeats
The air was sweet with smoke and sugar cane

We played our games on old fashioned streets
Before our wild hearts were tamed
No complex melodies
No fake breakbeats
Only good vibrations rippled through our veins

As the years roll by the memory spins and purifies
sweeps away the deadwood days and nights
Drink the bottle dry
The memory spins and purifies
The whisky mist descends and lullabies
Gives me Rose Iris Eyes

We played our games on idyllic streets 
Soundtracked by exile on main
No complex melodies 
No strange backbeats 
Nobody ever cause nobody pain

As the years roll by the memory spins and purifies
sweeps away the deadwood days and nights
Drink the bottle dry
The memory spins and purifies
The whisky mist descends and lullabies
Gives me Rose Iris Eyes

We made our games on idyllic streets
a simple three chord refrain
No complex melodies
No strange backbeats
I hope my children get to feel the same

We played our games on idyllic streets 
Soundtracked by exile on main
No complex melodies 
No fake backbeats 
I hope my children get to feel the same (repeat)

I hope one day my children get to feel the same



Rose Iris Eyes

i heard you were looking like the moon

Winter Snakes

bedside kites - a sad song about a girl i no longer know

sky looks like nascar 
easter pink colors 
racecars 
everything felt so beautiful 
like i was a kid 
i wish 
everything felt like this 

sharp turn 
dim light 
strip mall 
street fight 
card declined 
alright 
alright 
laying in the trunk 
i grew up 

Golden chain around my neck 
hands counting all my friends 
I love them until the end 
love this world until it ends 
and I wish everyone felt like this 

sky looks like nascar 
easter pink colors 
fast cars 

sweet dreams 
i always wish you well

NASCAR

Property Brothers

Luck

lyrics:
[Intro]
Instrumental

[Verse 1]
How do you sleep? Knowing the things you do to me?
Is it your job? Or is it your fantasy?
Living the dream, coming home to your family
Is it your wife? Does she even know about me?

Is this your life? Do I make you feel alive?
Is it my eyes? I hope to see you every night
Am I real? You never ask how do i feel

[Chorus]
Up, up, beat me down, go ahead and turn around
Even if I stayed, you would just kick me out
Up, up, beat me down, go ahead and turn around
Even if I stayed, you would just kick me out
Up, up, beat me down, go ahead and turn around
Even if I stayed, you would just kick me out
Up, up, beat me down, go ahead and turn around
Even if i stayed, you would just kick me out

[Verse 2]
How do you sleep? Knowing the things you do to me?
Is it your job? Or is it your fantasy?
Livin' the dream, coming home to your family
Is it your wife? Does she even know about me?

[Chorus]
Up, up, beat me down, go ahead and turn around
Even if I stayed, you would just kick me out
Up, up, beat me down, go ahead and turn around
Even if I stayed, you would just kick me out
Up, up, beat me down, go ahead and turn around
Even if I stayed, you would just kick me out
Up, up, beat me down, go ahead and turn around
Even if i stayed, you would just-

Connie

foxacademykids@gmail.com
Michael Todd Berland and Christian Novelli

Luck

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