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Bluesmom
01:00
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I feel like shit every day
And every day I feel like shit
It’s not that bad
I’m used to it
But I don’t know what it would feel like if I could wake up one morning
Ready to eat the day and set all my limbs on fire in the sun to feed the earth
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2. |
Never Recover
04:10
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How do y'all recover from the existential dread of life so fast?
I get a good twenty five minutes worth of confidence each day
Seems drastic, but the simple solves for simple stress work half the time
Other half in the bathroom, one hand down my pants, one down my throat
If we all could learn to love ourselves as much as we love one another would it fix some things or would we dive ass first into shit talking our beloved like ourselves?
There really isn't an easy way out of big spirals of doubt
How do you wake up every day?
Capital of young adults replaces every worthy thought with $’s struck with snakes that came to poison houses brains and lakes
I draw the wrong conclusion sometimes but it seems the way the system’s set will strip your worth away unless you're pale or cost enough to play
Just when we thought it'd be fun to wake up next to near no one, the stomach churning cry for love condemns us back to where we came from
It's like twice a day I get romantic thoughts
But half are for puppies and half are for bots
The kind of recovery I relate to is choking for air on the floor of a pool
I thought it would be easier to hurt the ones I love
Guess I care in ways unnatural, don't say I love you all that much
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3. |
Angelhair
03:32
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Feels half as nice to eat the sky or drink the rain alone
Sleeping between peach or palm trees and wait for snow
Bees in my hair but I’m not scared because they know
Tryin at my life means their own
But if a stinger slips who’s gonna give a shit?
Angelhair, best prepare
Winters on her way
And you don’t remember where you put your shield
Falling is not as cool as to our friends
All the apples and the gloves fall off too fast and leave em all for dead
Do you ever see me and you want to forget
No I never see you and I wanna forget
No I never see it and I want to forget or get away
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4. |
Everything Is
04:02
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Worse at being hungry than I used to be
Pangs are getting painful
Air smells kind of bleachy and my head's a rush
Shakes a little wider but my ribs are flush
Staring in the window looking at my bod
Nights I can't control it
Think of parts I'd cut off if my knives were sharp
Feeling like a surgeon, knowing I am not
Everything's not broken
Everything just is how it's always been
Everything ain't against me
Everything just is
Everything is
Bed’s a floor, too many voices to find breath
So calm in meditation
Simple thoughts against some oblique strategies
They fight for my attention
Offer none to me
Huh, must be time to die now!
It’s scarier than reasons that I’d kill myself
Ready to escape the world we built with what we captured from each other and ourselves
Jumping out a window
Looking for a parachute inside my hand
If it don’t deploy I’ll use the logic or the terror that was given to me when I mastered how to get free from the fact I’m not ready to die
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5. |
Bouquet
02:28
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I can be a bouquet or a loaded gun
I can lift all ships or drain the sea
I can be the root that holds the tallest branch
And the match that sets the leaves all free
I can be the bull or I can be the hare
I can plant my legs or kiss the sky
I can be the passenger or conduit
I can be the teacher but know
I have as much to learn
As long as seasons turn
As long as the moon pulls waves to the shore
And sun touches the earth
I will be the mother
I will be nothing and everything
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6. |
Acid Raincoat
06:30
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Think about taking some time away
Think about finding new place to stay
You’re out in a bottle floating to something new
Your hair is on fire, it looks just like you
Think about calling in sick today
Think of inviting a vice to stay
The walls of your sinkhole cloud castle keep you safe
If anything’s true it is true today
If you feel trapped, know we all are too
If your brain is full of worms, know it’s not just you
The viruses spread and look for new ways to love
But we’ve all met demons and skeletons
Party over, time to turn the lights out
Little baby crawlin through your dreams now
Spill the bad blood, pour it on the alter
Fill it back up all the way with apple cider vinegar
If you think it’s ever over you don’t know the fucking half of what it takes to kill the taste of apple cider vinegar
Kiss it, taste it, pour it all over your body
Kill it down to hell and send it right back up to heaven
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7. |
Cop Has No Gun
02:45
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Take me over
Undercover
Blind the light switch
Stroke the night stick
Ask so nicely
Get my numbers
Tape me up to be the voyeur
But this cop has no gun shooting at me, if he does it means his cops n robbers game is done
This cop has no fun throwing me around like he did all my friends in jail because of melanin
I cannot relate
It's the prejudice that spoils the ruling class and their idea of justice
Why disarm the state?
Cuz when the pig gets scared it needs to nibble blood and bone till it is bare
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8. |
Ocean Chorus
04:08
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It's so cool, I can't even picture it better
Broke the rules to let the skin get skinny and redder
It's so fine, blow the horn so everyone knows
It's my time, till my reflection stares from the shore
I don't know what I was thinking when we went back to the ocean
Is it true that once you go there's no coming back
From the school that breaks your mirrors to make you fatter?
Everybody knows that it is easier to think under the ocean where you look just like the other fish just tryna find a crew or shell for a home
I don't know what I was thinking when I went back to the ocean
I don't feel 100%
Every time I try to jump into the sea I come back, trying to relive a time I was so close to me
But I'm not feeling it, my minds a tourniquet
Once I was a simple boy escaping from my body, thinking water was a toy and sand is just a hobby
Think I know myself, identity's a shell
I don't know what I was thinking when we went back to the ocean but I guess I'll figure it out
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9. |
Broken In Half
05:24
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I'm not always the easiest person to be around
Fear of not being believed has left a hole in my mind
All my best friends are people I meet in grocery lines
I am a number that's counting down till cigarette time
I want to make a mess when all my work is done
Blot out the stars and the moon with smoke and seizures
Kiss all my enemies right between the eyes
Call all my sins from the rooftop, let them know that I was wrong
More rubbernecker than civil servant but my intentions are good
Egodead but I'll play second fiddle to only Sam
Can't see the street on account of water pouring from my skull
When consistency is questioned or the stars unalign
I want to make a mess when all my work is done
Blot out the stars and the moon with smoke and seizures
Kiss all my enemies right between their eyes
Call all my sins from the rooftops, let the world know I was wrong
Let's do it right the first time
Get out of our minds
Make it as easy as it is
Shoot for the moon
Land soft on the sun
Bathing in ultraviolet light
Weak willed but sure
Our motives are pure
Come see the view from our own face
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