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park (feat. Kyle Walsh)
01:49
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you've been watching my dog in the park
try to see how he looks in your arms
living life like i'm finally found
but every time I get home, I feel drowned
i've been wishing and praying
no sense to be shaming
your arms wrapped around me so
i've been wishing and praying
a life is worth saving
and still feeling called to go home
i've been watching my dog in the park
I try to stay out of sight but I can't go far
i've been watching my dog in the park
like i've been living this life just for the spark
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2. |
lossless
01:50
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oh my god
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3. |
animated snow
01:39
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4. |
glass on
01:35
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5. |
beckoning
01:56
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I don't wanna
be left with all my clothes on in the sauna
I don't wanna be bothered
while i'm chillin with the flora and the fauna
I don't wanna
get bent outta shape like i'm breaking down
I grew up on both sides of a small town
lookin' at my feet, and my vans, they are breaking down
I don't wanna
have to feel like I have to understand everything
looking at my life like it's a web or a wedding ring
losing my composure while i'm picturing the reckoning
and I hear the music beckoning
and I hear the music beckoning
beckoning, beckoning, beckoning
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6. |
sigils & segues
02:18
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awoke
01:44
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8. |
frownsicle
02:28
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9. |
poison idiot
01:56
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why are you wasting your time on me?
am I? wasting my time?
got a lot of places I can go to
like the storm clouds walking where the wind blew
got a nice new jacket and the cuffs are blue
I remember walking through the yard of the school
I know all the places I can go, I can hide
when I wanna get away, when I feel like I might die
I can walk to all the places that you'll never know
bare feet, with no boots on in the frigid snow
I know all the places I can go, I can hide
when I wanna get away, when I feel like I might die
I know all the places I can go, I can hide
when I wanna get away, when I feel like I might die
ice too cold, dice always rolled
i've got paper thin eyes, i'm told
walking to the market
I might see if all my I's unfold
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10. |
don't lie to me
02:40
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11. |
washed
02:01
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washed in the middle of it
washed in the middle of this
never truly gone astray, okay
I never truly wished for this today
walking my dog in the park
I know he's listening by the way he barks
walking my dog in the park
is a walk in the park
washed in the middle of it
washed in the middle of this
with you again
washed in the middle of it
washed in the middle of this
washed in the middle of it
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12. |
pigs
02:13
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14. |
the thrill of it
03:06
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basking in ash caskets
tacking bags of lashes
ice streamed straight to the back of a lactic acid
lacking ass for finer fashions
designer tags best left alaskan
it's raining gas for three crumbs of cash
protected by a divine case of baskets
i'm asking please, stomped on my knees
a blue holster filled with patches
to patch my mended heart already bagged with sickle sadness
looming burrs stuck to my own toes
only place the lonely drone never goes
held hostage by the waves of bondage
not woe-begotten
you're not forgotten
every map i've ever read says it's ashkenaten
toothless boomerang fits when i'm met like this
only lived so I could plead the fifth
we're still sick, playing bocce ball with a lisp
lips kissed, twice for molten fists
to fly and fib
these ghosts walking, only where he goes
when he's lonely
stoned wholly for the thrill of it
elements of illmatic nasruddin
speaking brilliance
the carnival only stops when we cease to know what drilling is
the gradients and hues of a trillion bright stars
sinking ships for the thrill of it
if only we could they might kill again
a chance to stop the bleeding and be still with it
if only for the thrill of it
does it take a million to die so we can feel again
redirect our brilliance from the graves of missing children
empty cabinets we've filled in
packed in bundles of grace and filament
to wish us all well, please
for the thrill of it
but if it's only for the thrill of it
well then
guess we gotta have some fun
2021
if only for the thrill of it
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15. |
no man is an island
02:15
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windows
02:02
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big farm, happy fields
01:57
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the way I wander back
wonder what it takes
what it takes to go home
like someone really cared
someone really dared
dared to sit on the throne
the way I wander back
wonder how it tastes
tastes to be alone
you singing sweet to me
sweetly till I see
the wanderlust when i'm low
candles in my head
light the weaving thread
connecting me to the bone
living like a prayer
never unaware
of what it takes to be known
living like a prayer
never unaware
of what it takes to be known
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heaven sent
02:36
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heaven sent
you always wanna see a perfect 10
you never wanna know that there's an end
there's always something underneath the bed
like it's never meant
heaven sent
you live for years beside some other men
I never wanted baby to upset
things just came out the way they did I guess
heaven sent
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wobblin' soul
01:56
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this beat is wobbly
can't stop drinking bubbly
we're outta time
rewinding our minds to see we're outta line
designing community, time to rewind
i'm planted firmly
my head it is burning
yet feeling so worthy
free as a bird, free a birdie
tried voting for bernie, no
I like eating curry though
from thompson to curry, oh
this beat is so wobbly
I can't stop pondering
i'm tryna find my way home
inside sometimes I feel alone
but not willing to bet it's all over
still making love on the sofa
wanna get high and drink coca
eat a lil burger called boca
chocolate coffee that's called mocha
this beat is wobbly though
I feel like my name is fabio
yeah this beat is wobbly though
wobblin' soul tryna find a home, find a home
wobblin' soul tryna find a home
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weird beat
01:35
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yeah yeah yeah
yeah y-yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
hooooo-oh-woooo
this is a very weird beat, I got some very weird feet (very weird feet)
lockin my sand in the seat, how do you stand in this heat (how do you stand)
I just started to retreat, music keep my mind at peace (at peace, at peace)
drifting into a mystique, very chic, very boutique (boutique)
humans amenable geeks, I think we might need some tweaks (tweaks)
my style is an antique, just like a freak on a leash (freak on a leash)
I pity the sullen physique, this is my favorite technique (my favorite technique)
you could be eating a leek, tryna play hide and go seek (peekaboo!)
this is a very weird beat, kinda sounds very oblique (oblique)
you can go 'head and critique, I think it's very unique (it's very unique)
I take a kiss on the cheek, while I eat bubble & squeak (some bubble & squeak please)
it is not even mid-week, look at the havoc I wreak (havoc I wreak)
eyelids are more that you leak, things that you cannot unspeak (can't unspeak that)
these beats are my favorite treat, every day of the week (every day of the week)
living a life that's discrete, you know i'm feeling complete (I am feeling complete)
I know my melody's sweet, I play that shit on repeat (repeat, repeat, repeat)
this is a very weird beat, this is a very weird beat
this is a very weird beat, this is a very weird beat
this is a very weird beat, this is a very weird beat
and i'm proud of that
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23. |
art
02:44
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if only the dreams we witnessed years before
could guide us now
clusters, wings, and the sound of the crisping wind
that echoes through the traces of structure
i'm starting to paint a picture
of what I remember
empty streets, alone, I was wandering
amongst crumbled buildings
if only I knew
labytrinthine complexes
fortified only in dust and memory
whether the planted seed was wished or omen
is undefined and rather liminal
so much for the poppies and rosegrass
fallen into baskets
we only store in bedrooms
if only the noise of life and business
could drift away like clouds do
to uncover the syzygy
between past and present
I suppose that's what art is all about
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