beach life in death

orchids (playlist version)

he's not with us anymore.

ends of the earth

HA HA HA HA! No transition
I'm a man on a mission
No pain in a pan in the kitchen
Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah start kissin'
It's official. I love attention (Ha, ha, ha, ha!)
No pain in a pan in the kitchen
Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah start kissin'
Eye-line girl into Bass Pro fishin'

Uh, they're all painting me stupid
Uh, long in the front like I'm Snoopy
Uh, don't say anything moving
Uh, I like her rolls like lumpia

(Ah, ah, ah)
Kevin alone like Macaulay Culkin
Your lies aren't you onta somethin'
All fake Ks like Oli London

Sometimes I say things that I don't believe in
Just to get into people's brains
And I have spread into lethal range
Sometimes I talk on things I have no degrees in
For no reason
Complex Napolean

See you this evening
I see you this evening
Like seasons I change and I age and I weaken
I passed her by, so just call me a deacon
Feel like Gaston with music from Sweden
Sometimes, I'm talking without meaning
Sometimes, I'm thinking without speaking
And sometimes I forget to say bye before I start leaving

Disintegrate, disassociate
Nothing's real. Don't create
No expressions-every face
Embrace nothing, leave no trace

Build our cities, fight the wars
Dance and sing, pandering (pandering)
All the while, we cannot shake
The nagging sense it's all a fake

Scurry, hustle, chase success
Trapped up in a horrid mess
Efforts frail, ambitions grand
watch him eat the specks of sand

He needs it by the month
He needs it by the month
He's from the South
He usually tells buddy to go back inside his house

(Hey, hey, look at me)
(Thanks)

HA HA HA HA! No transition
I'm a man on a mission
No pain in a pan in the kitchen
Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah start kissin'
It's official. I love attention (Ha, ha, ha, ha!)
No pain in a pan in the kitchen
Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah start kissin'
Eye-line girl into Bass Pro fishin'
Uh, they're all painting me stupid
Uh, long in the front like I'm Snoopy
Uh, don't say anything moving
Uh, I like her rolls like lumpia

(Ah, Ah, Ah Ahhh!) Cool new things I do
Haven't been outside
How is the sky because I think it's blue?

Let me just say let me just say something
Got one day and you all did nothing
Some of you need to meet me outsideeeeee
Okay, I'm just bluffin'
Follow my arrow like Musgrave loving
Get an A+ cause I gave something
So bored, I might just copy myself
We're jumping
We're punching
We're pulling seduction

You're bragging about cuffing season (Golden retriever...)
But your boyfriend's ugly
No money monsters looking like Michael and Sully
You aren't funny
And If you rate girls, then you won't find anyone loving
I like to go out the country
I got a two hundred quintillion inside my duffel
You know im not fronting, uh

NO TRANSITION

Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own
Gotta flip the script and (You what?!)
Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own
Gotta flip the script and turn a rock into stone
And the pennies to loans 
Many bet against the way that I'm setting my goals
Watch me make what they make wither
For a spot, you'd be sipping on paint thinner

And I say that I'm sorry but I'm not sorry
I'm looking up in the car and its starry
Me verses me like it's Ford and Ferrari
I lawyer on her like show me body

Habeas corpus
I am so gorgeous
You would pay for what I forge 
It's really simple
Broke a bone. Got a cap
Some of you are waiting for a model map

All out
I said it. I'm going all out
I said I'm pretty like Ricky
You ask where I'm at. I stickered your city
I'm waiting for reasons to answer your text and it just hasn't hit me
Grip the safety, lift the weight, free, trip and face me
I got a spear. Make you move in a line
I said, "Baby hit me one more time"

If you like
If you like it I love it
Care about me but I am not cuffin'
Like it how I'm not bluffin'
He like my style. It's toughy (Yeah, he say it's toughy)
Whip it up in a pot
Beat him up and I give him a (?)
You my son boy, you was (?)
NPC yeah, you was a bot
(Bot)
Said I love you. Yeah, I do not

Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own
Gotta flip the script and (You what?!)
Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own
Gotta flip the script and turn a rock into stone
And the pennies to loans 
Many bet against the way that I'm setting my goals
Watch me make what they make wither
For a spot, you'd be sipping on paint thinner

A&R said they're aching for great pillars 
But I'm there with the people like Wayne Miller
And you talk like you're not on those painkillers
You got caught and went back to the same dealer
You're not real like the F in concave mirrors
You can't cut it like sloppily taped scissors
I'm young and blessed to have so many mad at me
Cap and gown, but there's no cap in my salary

All out
I said it. I'm going all out
I said I'm pretty like Ricky
You ask where I'm at. I stickered your city
I'm waiting for reasons to answer your text and it just hasn't hit me
Grip the safety, lift the weight, free, trip and face me
I got a spear. Make you move in a line
I said, "Baby hit me one more time"

Fisher, baby, give me one more line
Fisher baby! (Uh!)
It's a sign of the times
I rip out your spin
You got your flesh without blood like it's Grimes
I'm checking the time like all of the time
Working on signs and my lines and designs
People who talked bad on me have no plays
They played stupid games and won a dumber prize

And people don't mind when they're undermining all the times that I cried
So much blood money running up and down my friends like it's heinz
I'm spending my hours on shrines
I'm spending hours frigid over every digit
Picking skin edges it's just proof that I'm all out
I'm crimson I'm gouged I'm drawn out
I'm crimson. I'm gouged. It's the price that I pay
And I like it that way cause I like that I'm paid
It's a vice in a way cause when I roll the dice
In my mind, I'm a cat
I got mice that I chase
I got mice that I chase
I got lines that I make 
I got tracks that I make
I don't cop out
It's all thought out
People hate on what's new like they thawed out
I wrote it, I sang it, I said, I mixed it, I sent it, 
You know i go all out 

All out!

ALL OUT (ft. gaptoothv4mp)

I saw twenty seven bodies when at Grand Lake
They were dropped
Unless getting shot
I felt panic for the plot
I went to the spot
They did not ask me for ID
There was not a single cop
Even near the liquor shop
Pop pop! close the door on me and get your fingers caught
Knock knock! In control like a top stock stopcock
Hot like a wok and you're following me
Like a shepherd with his flock
But I'm like a master lock

Can't copy! They're playing with their money all sloppy
Like monopoly. Nobody can stop me
I'm paparazzi the way I flash, snap no floppy
I could buy old school Atari

Running out of energy. No triple-A
I feel myself slip away
Shot in the dark. Made it ricochet
I can't scrub away my past
I'll probably end up double-A
And fail tryna run away with a priming double date

Uh, give all of my orders like a mandate
Stoop myself so I can think
Now I can't stand straight
We can't talk
We don't think the same and I can't translate
I don't think it can wait
I got manmade struggles handmade
Things you cannot patch up with a band-aid
Things that you cannot patch up with fanmail and grants paid
Demands made that without a plan I can't change
Damn straight

And I talk like I'm in La Folie
And I take the recognition like R.O.C
Do things myself to keep my R.O.E high
Know my trajectory like stars know the sky

But I don't know anything else about myself
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if I'll end up on the shelf

CAN'T COPY

This is a song for a missus
Who spends too much time inside her own head
And I dream of dancing in a dream house
Till we get tired and sleep in our bed

I don't know what I'm doing here
I don't know what you're thinking

Oh, this is a hope that you listen
I spend too much time inside my own head
Cause I dream of dancing in a dream house
Till we expire and sleep in our deaths

And I don't know what I'm doing here
I don't know what you're thinking

This is for whoever listens
It's not for her attention
There's just love in my head
And I sing songs
Knowing they're about you
And it's nights you don't know that
Where I toss in my bed
And, and, and
I don't know what I'm doing here

I don't know what I'm doing here
I don't know what you're thinking
I don't know what we're doing here
Oh, I don't know what we're doing here

Temptations.

KNOCK ON WOOD

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