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8 Million to One
03:03
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Squirrels in the yard are jumpin tree to tree
While dogs like us, we get distracted by the fleas
You're makin me feel like I am underneath
The bleachers, you in your sneakers, and the hot-eared teachers
And the manicured green
Look at all these stars
The highway's not too far
I try my best but New York girls are so hard to impress
Eight million to one and everybody walks like they're someone
Tellin em off is such an easy way to play
And risin above that, it gets harder every day
Learnin your facts, yeah that don't matter anyway
So pen your hot take and just throw it all away
And look at all these stars
The highway's not too far
I try my best but New York girls are so hard to impress
Eight million to one and everybody walks like they're someone
But you
You walk to me
Gonna have to wait a week
Trouble now gettin to sleep
It's cold underneath the sheets
But love is easy
Sometimes wishin you were here
Mostly wishin I was there
I give you all I got to share
And love is easy
Eight million to one
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Chatterbait
04:41
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She reads like a comic book
On Snapchat and feelin looks
He don't even get high
And she won't even reply
How many tears he will cry
How many times? How many times will you believe me?
Well he reads the New York Times
And he's sniffin stardust out of lines
He knows the Father of the Bride
He's gettin more than by
And he'll have his in time
How many times? How many times will you believe me?
She's got the power now
And she's got the stars and clouds
He's crying stardust now
And she's gonna show him how
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Shit-Taker
01:38
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I'm a ground-breaker
You're a shit-taker
I was bound to lose
My mind in shades of blue
Dance away
Yeah, let it all go today
And I'm 50 miles away
Wonderin "where's my shame?"
You turn off my electricity
I need you less than drunken sleep
I love you to my rotten core
You forgot what I came down here for
And who's laughin now?
And who's keepin vows?
If I told you that I loved you well I lied
Who's laughin now?
And who's keepin vows?
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4. |
40 Years Overseas
03:00
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For dead flags blowin in the breeze
We let them take over our streets
Our kitchens, our children, they're in our sheets
And now we're trippin daily
For dead friends soakin up our steez
You wake up shot by the police
After 40 years overseas
And now we're kneeling daily
For dead flags blowin in the breeze
Sha la la
Generation procrastination
Got to wait on our hands and knees
No motivation
What's your disease?
Y'all forgot your creed
After 40 years overseas
And now we're kneelin daily
For dead flags blowin in the breeze
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Mama Zu
03:19
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She's losin hair, man
In Starchy-Sheets-Land
Her wide-eyed stare run off
To the bottom of a dry cough
Cryin big tears now
To The Back of Beyond
I'll root for my heroes
And I'll be singin their songs at the top of my lungs
Oh my lungs
Oh my lungs
Won't ya take my lungs?
Leg hair flowin freely
In the stale breeze of healing
Facin big fears now
To The Back of Beyond
I'll root for my heroes
And I'll be singin their songs at the top of my lungs
Oh my lungs
Oh my lungs
Won't ya take my lungs?
You try, yeah you try to take a bow and they will cut you down at your knees
Oh you try, yeah you try to take a bow and they will cut you down at your knees
Oh boy
To The Back of Beyond
I'll root for my heroes
And I'll be singin their songs at the top of my lungs
Oh my lungs
Oh my lungs
Won't ya take my lungs?
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E Broadway
03:30
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I head to the city
Because the city and your face
They look the same
And aren't you pretty?
But you forgot my damn name so I ask
Is this the line for the bathroom?
I drank too much coffee today
And all these girls
You all look the same
And I'm not lonely anymore
Won't catch me starin at your floor boards
Lift up your head
Shoot down those lonely blues
Got stopped on the highway
For a ticket
And the bond
That I didn't pay
Cop asked me ten questions
And I forgot my own name so I ask
Can ya meet me down at the station?
I drank too much liquor tonight
And all these cock-sucking mother-fucking shitty little piggies
Yeah they were looking for a fight
And I'm not lonely anymore
Won't catch me starin at your floor boards
Lift up your head
Shoot down those lonely blues
I've done all I can do
With a bottle in the green room and a rusted spoon
Both dripping from my mouth like some lead balloon
And I'm standin on my X
Starin straight into your room
With a pair of brown eyes halfway to Jersey by noon
And the palm trees line the road under that judgmental moon
Hanging so low in your sky and mine
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