1. |
Kickball
03:21
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well hey, ain't it been some time?
i ain't felt this carefree since i was like, nine
chillin on the playground
feel that mulch between my toes
only juicebox woes
oh god damn, we had so much time
sweating up a storm
passing "yes or no" notes through the classroom
it was no every damn time
filling out a form
so the principal knows what i was up to
man you know i'm out here trying
not much has changed
but a lot's been rearranged
i'm still playing pokemon
and counting up my change
living that young little life of mine
we'll never forget the day
that you heard me say
can i tell you a secret?
i don't give two shits about this first grade
vocab assignment
i just wanna ride the big ass slide
and play kickball with my friends
oh why can't i?
i've been searching
for some more love and less hurting
seems like it's been way too long
since i was fine
i think back to mom and dad
hug me tight, give me my backpack
"son, be good and you'll turn out fine
keep your chin up to the sky
but don't look down on passerby
be yourself, 'cause son
you're one of a kind"
i'm letting go of all my mistakes
i'm leaping out from my hiding place
i'm gonna give it a try
can i tell you a secret?
i don't give two shits if you can multiply
i'm dividing
i just wanna live a good ass life
and i know it's gonna take some time
i might sleep until the evening
i might listen to myself
might be proud of my achievements
might tear down this shit i built
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2. |
Stay Inside
03:33
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you’re under my skin babe
just cut it away, away, away
there’s not a thing i can do
but fall victim to you, to you
‘cause i got the blood
and you got the blade, baby
i get the feeling
that i ain’t got a chance
at this romance, nah
i can’t even stay alive
could i stay inside, baby?
i been running all night
i just wanna hold you, baby
like my life’s on the line
you been looking at me
just a little bit different lately
we’ve been torn at the seams
i just hope that you don’t hate me
but baby
no i, i don’t wanna die
please don’t do this to me
back away, take away, let me get away
oh, please
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3. |
Million to One
03:36
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i just need a fuckin’ minute
just a minute, just a minute
just a minute and i’m done
‘cause if i know that i can get it
then the chances that i want it
they’re a million, a million
to fuckin’ one
i wouldn’t know what to do with it
if i ever did get it, oh god
no i’ll never find the one
i only want what i can’t have
and i could have a lot
but when i get it, girl
you know i’m fuckin’ gone
things are changing
no, i don’t feel the same
like i did back in the day
when i could feel some things
nothing now feels real new
not the way it used to
every day’s the same
every day’s a game
that you know i’ll god damn lose
if things are changing
why do i feel the same?
still stuck in my ways
still bent outta shape
still got this fucked up brain
when am i gonna find better times, like
never mind, i’ve arrived paralyzed like
what are the odds i come by tonight?
probably not as good as me staying inside
i don’t know what you want from me
and i don’t need a damn thing from you
i don’t know what you see in me
probably only what i want you to
i do it to myself, perpetuate the hell
out of everything that ails me
i put the money away, i look straight in the face
of everything you sell me
whatever you say, i turn my ear away
from the bullshit that you tell me
you got it in the bag, i’ll unfold the flag
i surrender, just get away from me
fuckin’ gone
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4. |
Cam's Ham
03:40
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i’m feelin’ fine on my way home
when i pull out my cell phone
gotta give my roommates a call
and i say fellas listen here
see, i’m bringing home a girl
oh yeah, you heard it clear, heard it yeah
and she ain’t like those others at all
she got tattoos on her neck
up her arms and down her legs
probably wonder how she went
and got a job like that
what’s she do? it’s all cool
yeah, she works from home
she’s her own damn boss
on her own damn time
she even paid for steak and wine
‘cause that premium snap
got her bringing in cash
yeah, she’s working overtime
we're talking direct deposit
from the bedroom closet
from the kitchen, from the bath
to the basement, yeah that’s all the office
we're talking cash in pocket
hey, why would you knock it?
she makes that money from the cam
and it’s bringing home the ham
you know you’d need a fuckin’ budget to stock it
mama, what can i say?
i’m bringing home a lady today
you’re not gonna like her, i already know
but i promise she’s a nice girl
and i’d love to bring her back on home
i think you guys could probably hit it off
but please, don’t ask about the knuckle tats
please don’t ask her how she went and got a job like that
she got a degree, but then she said gee
i guess i don’t need it
please don’t ask about the income
i promise that we’re doing well and then some
and please don’t google her name
i’d rather you didn’t see it
thanks mom
and oh, i need everybody to know
that my girl is doing fine and well
and no, you do not need to know
how many dudes have paid to see that tail
it’s all hers, i’m no co-owner
i just wanna love up on her like, ooh
i just wanna love up on her like
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5. |
Over Now
03:42
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it’s over now
it’s over, okay?
and there’s no coming back
i know now that nobody here wants to stay
it’s over now
it’s over today
and maybe just in my eyes
i feel like more than i was yesterday
it’s over now
it’s over today
it’s over, okay? okay
why’d you go and pick me up?
i knew might hurt, but not that much
never owned, you borrowed me
raise my glass and swallow peace
to my time, ‘cause i got it today
and i can’t be defined by time i spent playing a game
it’s nothing new, it’s just starting over
turned a cheek or two chasing closure
i’m over over-doing
wake me up when the party’s over
i ain’t giving up, i’ll hurt how i want to
the flag i’m waving isn’t white
no, it says “wahoo”
everything good’s gotta come to an end
just like it should, time well spent
end of the day, i’m the same if not better
end of this song, i’ll be writing you a letter
like “thanks for the streams
yeah, that means a lot
like you’re helping the dream
not just the thought that counts”
counting down the days
’til the days are counting me out
a fountain of doubt done splashed all over me
then done dried up and dried out
quick, get me a towel
quick, yeah, get me a vowel
a, okay, okay
it’s over now
it’s over,
okay?
okay.
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