1. |
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It's Christmas Eve and I've only wrapped two fuckin' presents
It's Christmas Eve and I've only wrapped two fuckin' presents
And I hate, hate, hate your guts,
I hate, hate, hate your guts,
And I'll never talk to you again,
unless your dad will suck me off
I'll never talk to you again
unless your mom will touch my cock
I'll never talk to you again
ejaculate into a sock
I'll never talk to you again,
I'll never talk to you again
It's Labor day and my grandpa just ate seven fuckin' hotdogs
It's Labor day and my grandpa just ate seven fuckin' hotdogs
and he shit shit shits his pants.
He's always fuckin' shittin' his pants
And I'll never talk to you again
unless your dad will suck me off
I'll never talk to you again
unless your mom will touch my cock
I'll never talk to you again
ejaculate into a sock
I'll never talk to you again,
I'll never talk to you again
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2. |
Overdose
02:18
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I woke up in my own bed
Look to my side and she lay there
With some kind of dead eyed stare
Looks like her veins have turned to led
checked her pulse, no blood was flowing
I'd be better off not knowing
Call the police, get out of bed
When they get here, this is said
The girllllllll is deaaaaaaaaad
The girllllllll is deaaaaaaaaad
They question me and I'm not guilty
"I didn't know!", my lies are filthy
There were some hits, little blips
Feelings shit and but keeping it
The girllllllll is deaaaaaaaaad
The girllllllll is deaaaaaaaaad
The girllllllll is deaaaaaaaaad
The girllllllll is deaaaaaaaaad
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3. |
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Well
I tried to call you up cuz I'm feelin alone
But my minutes ran out on my telephone
So I'l get
Fucked up until I cry
And you'll be
Passed out with another guy
And I'm just freaking out
Cuz I'm getting super stoned
And when I tell you that I love you
You think it's a joke
So I'l wake up and I'm super high
And you'll be
Passed out with another guy
I just waaaaannnaaaa die
Oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh!
When I wake up next to you
I feel at home and
When I hold your hand
I never wanna let it go
So I'l just pass out on your floor
And I can
never ever ever find the door
And I'm ch-ch-chuggin all my roommates wine
Cus you're t-t-t-t-taking all your time
And I never ever wanna DIY
Cuz I reallllly reaalllly want you in my life
I just waaaaannnaaaa die
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4. |
Shit Luck (Days 'n Daze)
03:19
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5. |
No Waves (Fidlar)
02:07
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I feel, feel like a cokehead,
I feel, feel like I can't get drunk no more,
'Cause I'm on the floor,
Looking for some matches just to cook up a score.
I feel, feel like shooting up,
I feel, feel like giving up on my skateboard,
'Cause I'm fucking bored,
I wanna perfect life down sunset shore.
I feel, feel like a crackhead,
I feel, feel like I'm not gonna make it no more,
'Cause I'm on the floor,
Just pick me up and give me some more.
I feel, feel like I'm a grandpa,
I feel, feel like I'm already 80 years old,
And my skin's so cold,
I need a new body and I need a new soul.
I feel, feel like getting drunk,
I feel, feel like fucking up my life
again with all my friends,
I hope we'll make it til the end.
I feel, feel like shooting up,
I feel, feel like I can't get laid no more,
'Cause I'm on the floor
Just looking for some matches just to cook up a score.
I feel, feel like a cokehead,
I feel, feel like I can't get drunk no more,
'Cause I'm on the floor,
Looking for some matches just to cook up a score.
I feel, feel like shooting up,
I feel, feel like giving up on my skateboard,
'Cause I'm fucking bored,
I wanna perfect life down sunset shore.
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6. |
Sometimes
01:57
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sometimes i wonder if its really summer
or if its just sexual tension
sometimes i wonderwhy it's sucha bummer
why it's like english comprehention
but yoou ooh ooh oooh
well sometimes I wonder if life's worth living
then i remmber that you loee my face
soemtimes i wonder what ive been giving
to the world but hate
but you ooh ooh ooh oooh
Sometimes I worry why I'm not tired
tired of school and work and the rest
sometime I wonder why you got fired
but then I think it's for the best
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7. |
Awkward (Fidlar)
01:28
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Well every time you come on over I just wanna listen,
I know you got some issues and I know that you just miss him,
I gotta fever just to see her feelin' like a stalker,
And didn't know I'm really good at making you feel awkward.
I'm at a party and I'm barfin' I can barely see,
And every time I talk to you well I can never breathe,
I'm gettin' drunker I'm a bummer I should just call her,
And don't you know I'm really good at making this feel awkward.
And don't you know I'm really good at making this feel awkward.
And don't you know I'm really good at making this feel awkward.
I got no job I got no money got no self esteem,
I take a Xanax every morning for anxiety,
I take a beer and take another then I'm gonna call her,
I'll probably end up fuckin' up and makin' it feel awkward...
I'LL PROBABLY END UP FUCKIN' UP AND MAKE IT SUPER AWKWARD (x a lot)
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8. |
I Don't Know
03:59
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I woke up to a sunday feeling
with a bloody bloody moon
scientists were scaring me
with lingo I found new
I woke up on a table
feel less than able
to retaliat
or concentrate
on anything but you
I don't know
do you know?
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