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(Intro: -TYLERFFF.)
I got drunk, yes I got fucked up!
Hear me out if you feel me
I got real drunk, testin my luck!
Huh!

(Verse one: -TYLERFFF.)
Download our shit fast
Who know when we sell out?
I'm bumpin' our old shit
Constantly invigorated
I'm touchin', yes, I'm touchin' y'all
Numbers increased - I feel involved
I get no sleep yea, I get no sleep
Harmlessly placing myself
In harmful environments
My mental world up in endings
All tossed up in superstition
I believe all y'all supernatural
I can't get connected with all y'all
I release my inner demons
Exchange me my inner peace
All my thoughts been neutralized
I love me and I am my best
I take care of me in open arms
All day, yes ma'am got straight
Ain't no nicotine today, auntie
I'm stickin' to people who never believed a single second
But harder to all the ones who don't know me but beg my presence
Hm, hm!

(Build: -TYLERFFF.)
I got drunk, yeah I got fucked up
Hear me out if you feel me
I got real drunk, testing my luck!
Huh! (I got real drunk)
I got drunk, yes I got fucked up
Hear me out if you feel me
Now I got real drunk, guess it's my luck!
Yeah, yeah-
(No playground)

(Chorus: -TYLERFFF.)
Sometimes you gotta play round with the drugs
Sometimes you gotta play round with your love
I ain't been missin' I'm fluffin' me up
I ain't been missin' I'm fuckin' it up
I ain't been missing
Sometimes you gotta play round with the drugs
Sometimes you gotta play round with your love
I ain't been missin' I'm fluffin' me up
I ain't been missin' I'm-

(Verse two: FADEDDAVID)
Deep dark secrets hidden inside the lie
I don't think I can fake it I wanna die
Have you seen the sun, the blinding light?
Bitch you should get the fuck outta my sight
I can't hear your voice or see your fucking face
I'm tired of fucking telling you to get out my place
I don't think of you or care a thing about you
I don't fucking hate you, you know I knew
I really just don't give a fuck about you, to be true
The very thing that used to terrify you
I'd sell you to the devil if he'd fucking take you
I know it's over, I know it's through
I can say it's true, the words behind me
I've meant every one as well as I can see
How far away are you? Away from here?
I can't take it or face it this inevitable fear

(Chorus: -TYLERFFF.)
Sometimes you gotta play round with the drugs
Sometimes you gotta play round with your love
I ain't been missin' I'm fluffin' me up
I ain't been missin' I'm- (yeah)
Sometimes you gotta play round with the drugs
Sometimes you gotta play round with your love
I ain't been missin' I'm fluffin' me up
I ain't been missin' I'm fuckin' it, ah!

(End: FADEDDAVID)
I can say it's true, the words behind me
I've meant every one as well as I can see
How far away are you?

MILWAUKEE SEASON

MISSING POSTER

(Milwaukee Boy)
Guys I wanna uh, let you guys know that I’m goin’ through quite a bit this month
My mom recently passed away and uh, we’re gettin’ ready for her funeral on Thursday this month - this month hasn’t really been that good and uh
Se- Seeing that uh, she was our last parent y-y’know our- my grandparents have all passed on my dad passed away in July, uh, think of, July 8th of 2011 he passed on
-pretty rough so uh, yeah, I’m gonna s-, her funeral is Thursday I’m gonna see if I can get a uh, take the camera along and get her in the casket
Get a little, video goin’ and uh, yeah so uh, we should be getting ready for the grieving process
And her funeral is on the first of December
It’s something that, we’re gonna, see forward to and…
But anyways, besides getting off topic guys, this is what we really came for
Here goes the Taco Bell.. Mild Sauce review
Get a spoon goin’ in here… 
Alright.. Okay, pretty basic
Taco Bell’s Mild Sauce
Gets a five for fantastic

Take the camera along, get her in the casket
Take the camera along, get her in the casket
Take the camera along, get her in the casket
Camera along, get her in the casket (Take the, take the)
Take the camera along, get her in the casket
Video going and uh.. (Casket)

MILWAUKEE'S PLIGHT

MILWUAKEE'S PLIGHT

(Verse)
Last night I heard lepers
Flinchin' like birth defects
It's musk was fecal in origin
As the words dribbled off of it's chin
Which said, I'm lost
I'm lost

(Chorus)
Now I'm lost
I'm lost
Now I'm lost
Now I'm lost
Now I'm lost
Now I'm

(Verse)
Last night I heard lepers
Flinchin' like birth defects
It's musk was fecal in origin
As the words dribbled off of it's chin
Which said, I'm lost
I'm lost

produced by tyler froenicke
engineered by tyler froenicke
written and performed by tyler froenicke
mixed and mastered by tyler froenicke
lyrics and transcripts by tyler froenicke

(IN MARS)

(Pre-Chorus: FADEDdavid)
I know what it's gonna cost
I know the pull of being lost
Nothing can help you with that
You have to find out yourself
Nothing can help you with that
You have to find out yourself
I know what it's gonna cost, I know what it's gonna cost

(Chorus: -TYLERFFF.)
Tuesday and it’s two o’clock
Three years ago I was lost
Bash my carriage down in flames
I’m all that you have, okay
Ever-instated I can’t
All the lines I seemed to cross mean nothing to me now
My past face erased with chalk

(Verse One: FADEDdavid)
Inside this feeling grows faster and heavy
The riot builds people, gotta scatter, be guilty
I didn't ask for this but it's what I'm left with
My brain eaten by chemical so cut the wrist
Sadness is the damnation of understanding
Left without it’s just endorsement branding
Take it out the box and it's got no art
Some never have it even from the start
Some of us feel this pull of obligation
To scream out our words at the congregation 
Fire and brimstone is one fucking way
Go to heaven if you wanna pay
Give the money and see how you feel
God’s been known to lie and fucking steal
Ask my man John if it cured his depression
His brains blown out, my regression

(Chorus: -TYLERFFF.)
Tuesday and it’s two o’clock
Three years ago I was lost (Lost)
Bash my carriage down in flames
I’m all that you have, okay
Ever-instated I can’t
All the lines I seemed to cross mean nothing to me now
My past face erased with chalk

(Post-Chorus: FADEDdavid)
I know what it's gonna cost
I know the pull of being lost
Nothing can help you with that
You have to find out yourself
Nothing can help you with that
You have to find out yourself
I know what it's gonna cost, I know what it's gonna cost

produced by tyler froenicke
engineered by tyler froenicke
written and performed by tyler froenicke and david froenicke
mixed and mastered by tyler froenicke
lyrics and transcripts by tyler froenicke and david froenicke

LOST

Straight to the pen, ah!

What you don't know won't kill you (no)
What you don't have won't stop you (what do you mean?)
Yeah that's right I don't fucking care
Yeah that's it there's no chance to repair (yea- yeah)
My lungs burn from the pull of the pen (is it?)
I'm facing demons and I'm screaming again
What you can't feel - I stole it (yeah)
What you can't say - I have it (ooh, ooh, ooh)

You're so life-like with it (uh)
It's like i really hit it (uh)
High-five to my spirit (yeah)
It's embossed, i fear it (mwah)
Used to be so fearful
Walking through my slumber
Grind my teeth to saw dust
Freak ya to your number
I'm a cheeky fuck
We gon' bb fuck
Shoot right down the sternum
You won't cheese enough!
Charm you to your crust
I won't stomach less!
I am not impressed!
Leave me to myself, huh

I'm not, the real contender (lick it, return to sender)
Post it when i remember (it's not what i expected, uh!)
"X"-likes girl oh you feign it
One heart bub while you're drivin'
Park on-sight just to beat it
Then roll up sides while sleeveless

(Sidewalk every afternoon until we double up, yeah)

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