One of the songs off the "Plan B" EP. A lot of great people dedicated their time to this.

Lyrics:
She's been tattered and torn from toe to split end
Left in a grudge by a love in pretend
She's his fuck doll, she's my friend
I pick her up so he can drop her again

When she's down, She'll come around
Drain my heart, go for another round
Leave me be, I wanna feel the grief
So she can see what she's done

Does she think of me when the spend time?
The love she gives is mine
She'll take a leave when things ain't fine
The love she gives is mine
She crossed the line

It wasn't fair, I don't care
the world keeps turning, I got love to share
I'll be her outlet, until she found it
We fucked around, but now she's grounded

I wont let her be broken down
I'll be a friend until these feels drown, 
Oh I'll stick around.

She's been tattered and torn by another reject
Smothers him up while I'm just a reflect
She's his fuck doll, she's my friend
I pick her up so he can drop her again. 

Short Credits.
Press It.
Written by Phil Kluba.
Produced, recorded, and mixed by Chris Creglia.
Recorded at DNA Recording Facility.
Mastered by Phil Demetro at Lacquer Channel Mastering. 

We acknowledge the financial support of the Government of Canada through the Department of Canadian Heritage (Canada Music Fund) and of Canada’s private radio broadcasters.

Thank you.

The Love

Another song off the "Plan B" EP. A lot of great people dedicated their time to this.

Lyrics

I should go and ask the pixies where my mind is
I can't find it, it feels like I've been blinded
So I walk through these streets all the time with
A broke pack of smokes and a bag of the finest

Insufficient funds, even my debits mad at me
I think its time to run, I need an exit strategy
Cuz I'm done with it,  time for a change of pace
Crawl up out the dungeon wit a little saving grace

I feed what you need, got what you want let me proceed
These emotions are just breaking you down.

I dont know, Where you're gonna go
I told you you on the phone, It's worst to be alone.
Can you see the shore?, thats where I was before
I don't want it no more, I don't want it no more.

Hit the block then you jump down the rabbit hole
Walkin with a shattered soul, alleyways like catacombs
Hand on the wheel and we’re blowin past
Tight turn almost crash, headed through the city going nowhere fast

And we listenin to protect ya neck, the god inspectah deck
Droppin some knowledge just like a prison vet
Fast life, tell me what was last night
Blood, sweat, liquor and a little max ice

You seem to believe, every little thing thats easily deceived 
It's atrocious how you're just breaking down.

It's worst to be alone.

Short Credits.
Press It.
Written by Phil Kluba & Cam Gillespie.
Produced, recorded, and mixed by Chris Creglia.
Recorded at DNA Recording Facility.
Mastered by Phil Demetro at Lacquer Channel Mastering. 

We acknowledge the financial support of the Government of Canada through the Department of Canadian Heritage (Canada Music Fund) and of Canada’s private radio broadcasters.

Thank you.

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