Talkshow Boy

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All the plugs fell into sleep 
Doing hard on the side of the street 
Won’t do anything for me
Can't you see
Blunt is lit im finally geeked 
No more maybe it's enlightening 
Green can give you everything you need
that’s a dream
What’s the word plug lord 
Might hit up shawtt 
Cause I’m tryna score 
She's the girl next door
Just for me
sold me shaker bro what u on 
im still tryna smoke that jawn 
Went home FaceTimed all night long with my girllllllllll
And you know im her biggest fan
didn’t go home since we made plans 
let’s give everything we can till the end
the plug texted 
What’s the word plug lord 
Might hit up shawtt 
Cause I’m tryna score 
She's the girl next door
Just for me
Hate the world sober 
Nights forgotten 
A tart mixture 
still don’t know what’s the cure
let me be
I sink while they a walk on water but it’s froze 
Made them stop to think then tell them all to go 
Bored and alone

Plug Next Door

[Intro]
6 AM, rise from the dust,
March to the chamber—yeah, I must.
Gotta be ready, steady, true…
The retro hero’s coming through.

[Verse 1]
Welcome to my windy hell,
Lightning guys and drills as well.
Bottomless pits where hopes go down,
And chickens dive-bomb all around.

[Chorus]
But I can’t beat—no, I can’t beat
That freakin’ blue bomber.
He says I suck, but what does he know?
If you knew me, you’d know I blow.
(Oh, I blow!)

[Verse 2]
Hey, I’m not first—I’m number three,
A proud slot in the boss marquee.
But irony’s a bitter breeze…
A fan undone by leaves? Please.

[Verse 3]
There he is—my doom in blue,
Packing heat; what else is new?
He’s got a gun, I’ve got the air…
Is “tangible wind” even fair?

[Chorus]
But I can’t beat—no, I can’t beat
That freakin’ blue bomber.
He says I suck, but what does he know?
If you knew me, you’d know I blow.
(Oh, I blow!)

[Bridge]
Metal Man slices, Crash Man booms,
Heat Man turns whole rooms to fumes.
Quick Man darts and Flash Man freezes
Time itself whenever he pleases.
And hey—at least I’m not the bubbles guy…

[Final Chorus]
But I can’t beat—no, I can’t beat
That freakin’ blue bomber.
He says I suck, but what does he know?
If you knew me, you’d know I blow.
(Oh, I blow!)

No, I Can’t Beat That Freakin’ Blue Bomber - Air Man Song (Mega Man 2)

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Talkshow Boy - We Make A Beeline To The Auditorium

Watch As I Perform My Own Tracheotomy

Three Cheers For That Fucking Dickhead Adrian

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Artist: Talkshow Boy
Album: Watch As I Perform My Own Tracheotomy
License: CC-BY-SA

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Three Cheers For That Fucking Dickhead Adrian

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