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First Hundred Thousand
02:20
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Standing tall right in front of me
You act like you're still the boss of me
I can't lend a hand
Your actions continue to baffle me
All the while you're still harassing me
I can't get behind you man
It's not enough
So much for my loyalty
So much personality
I got enough, enough to go around
So much left for you to teach me
But you don't even pay me a salary
If I wanted to I could take you down
It's not enough
It's never enough
So what do you plan to prescribe me
For my pain and my anxiety?
I don't know
I don't know what's left
It’s not enough
I don't know what's left
It’s not enough
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Jump In The Lake
02:50
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You better take it easy
I got a bad feeling about this
They ain’t ever gonna release me
How could you ever doubt this
It's a trap
It's a fucking trap
You've got a lot on your plate man
I got a bad feeling about this
Keep your head down and stick to the plan
There ain't no way around this
It's a trap
It's a fucking trap
They're gonna hit me where it hurts
Look at what you did you little jerk
I got a bad feeling about this
They're gonna hit me where it hurts
And now they got us surrounded
It's a trap
It's a fucking trap
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I'm gonna pull this car over
So we can all go play in traffic
You better think about the nature of your consequences
'Cause I know you probably haven't
Get your ass in the back of the van and we'll ride it straight to hell
I've sold my soul for pennies, ain't got nothing left to sell
And if we pass a cop-stop and they try to pat me down
I've got my road soda, and I'm gonna turn this fucking thing around
I'm gonna do something drastic
I'm feeling fantastic
Say sorry to your brother
And say sorry to your mother
I've got my road soda, I got enough to go around
We can go and find a place to put our money down
I've sold my soul for pennies, ain't got nothing left to sell
Get your ass in the back of the van, so we can ride this motherfucker straight to hell
I'm gonna go play in traffic
I'm gonna pull this car over
Say sorry to your brother
Say sorry to your mother
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Fiend
02:49
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At the start of a long day I'm not about to let fatigue get in my way
Grab the ice and fill 'er up
Don't let the drip stop until it hits the top of the cup
'Cause I need a pick me up
Don't let the drip stop until it hits the top of the cup
Grab the ice and fill 'er up
It's not about me and you
I just need a mother-fucking cold brew
There's not much left for me to do
I just need...
Just need that buzz, need it in the worst way
Always having trouble kickstarting my day
I'm tired and tired and tired again
I'm gonna crash with my only friend
I need a pick me up
Two sugars and a dash of cream in the cup
Grab the ice and fill ‘er up
It's not about me and you
I just need a mother-fucking cold brew
There's not much left for me to do
I just need...
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Human Garbage
02:16
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Oh no I forgot my humility
Don't you possess some human decency
Alright now who wants a piece of me
Oh god I can feel the humidity
Submit to me
Fully and totally
Wash your brains out
With soap completely
Failure to hear me
May complicate pregnancy
Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine
One big idiocracy
Praying for a return to normalcy
Slaves to our more basic tendencies
All the while, not giving back to the community
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Dad Brooklyn, New York
Jon, David, James, & Jeremy
Not mad, just disappointed.
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