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WE ALWAYS VANDALIZE
BY CANDLE LIGHT.
WE NEED EMOTIONS AMPLIFIED.
THEY SAW THAT,
I DON'T GET CALLED BACK,
JUST GOLF CLAPS
AND THEY ALL LAUGH.
I SPEAK IN ALL CAPS.
SO FALL BACK.
DAYS WE SPENT TOGETHER
ARE BLURRY.
KNEW YOU WERE LEAVING
WEEPING MADE SURE TO ASSURE ME.
AN AMBUSH,
WON'T BUDGE,
CAN'T PUSH.
FELT SO DAMN GOOD THESE HANDS SHOOK.
I CAN'T LOOK BUT THE FAM SHOULD.
PERSON DEAD IN THE STREET.
ENEMY: THE MAN'S HOOD.
ALL I WAS TO YOU WAS ERRORS.
ALL OUR TALKS THEY'D END IN SWEAR WORDS.
I DIDN'T MEAN TO SCARE HER,
BUT THERE'S TERROR IN THESE HYPOTHETICALS.
I'VE BEEN MEANING TO WRITE
THE MEANING OF LIFE.
I GOTTA TRY TO DIE ON SCHEDULE.
SHE LOVES THE SKY.
WANTS TO FLY.
WHICH UNDERMINED
MY WANT TO DIE.
ANOTHER TRY,
A LOVER'S LIE.
WHEN THE SUN IS HIGH
WE RUN AND HIDE.
SUMMERTIME,
BUT LIVING ISN'T EASY.
IT'S LIKE WE'RE SLEEPING
BUT WE LEFT ON THE T.V.
WE ROMANTICIZE THESE HANDSOME LIES.
I WOULD CHANGE BUT MY HANDS ARE TIED.
THERE'S ALL THESE RULES.
I CAN'T ABIDE.
I NEED THESE EMOTIONS AMPLIFIED.
(Chorus)
Live like you mean it.
Fist fight your demons.
Kiss like we're pieces.
Fit by extremists.
Sit by your speeches.
This time you mean it.
If we sound defeatist,
then so fucking be it.
Live like you mean it.
Fist fight your demons.
We'll kiss like we're pieces.
All midnight extremists.
So sit by your speeches.
Cause this time you mean it.
If we sound defeatist,
then so fucking be it.
If I never go to sleep again
I won't need a place to live.
Wanna find a better me eventually
inside this fatalist.
Days'll shift way to quick.
And I'll just quote philosophers.
Which ones I'm not for sure.
Whatever names are popular.
A constant blur,
at a loss for words.
Passed out in a trashed house,
so just don't let the cops in
or the cats out.
Let's back down.
My dealers know the real me.
Let's steal more of that feeling.
Talk to the ceiling,
I can't get hurt if I'm always healing.
(Chorus)
(Bum Theory)
Write a eulogy,
cite gratuity.
Proof it to a "T."
Shoe a sewer thief.
Scoop my tumor clean.
Lure a new regime.
Prove it to my team.
Assume a doer theme.
Recite a line or two,
like I'm driving to
a rival's primal tune.
Only time'll do.
A sign, aspire to.
Desire expires soon.
Fire the barbecue
and char me through and through.
Hey you would do it too,
a clue your mood is blue.
Is it rude to include my rule as true?
A grueling campaign,
that's fueling my pain.
I'm sewing the seams.
And I'm shushing the screams.
But I'm pushing my dreams,
though it's flowing upstream.
It needs to be louder,
I need to get higher.
Stuck headed downward,
it's fueling this fire.
It needs to be a bit louder.
I need to get a bit higher.
Just a couple more hours.
Don't douse out this fire.
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Yo, everybody's two-faced.
Every day is doomsday.
Showin up too late,
yellin out the truth's fake.
I wanna run like hell from myself.
I've got way too many lies
I'd love to tell.
Some fib for profit,
others spew it from a bored face.
Some just do it to be ruthless.
And ruin your day.
(Chorus)
Lie to me,
like I've never needed eyes to see.
Lie to me,
like we're gonna leave alive and free.
Lie to me,
it's my psychiatry to fight then grieve.
Lie to me,
like you mean it.
Lie to me.
Talk is cheap.
Unless you got a beat.
The colony won't follow me.
I'm all apologies.
Somethin bout hypocrisy
caused us to not agree.
Lost at sea.
Swimming with my toxic tongue.
Put all the sheep to sleep
for cheap in weeks
we got it done.
A lie leads to three
and now we're all in too deep.
Nobody taught the flock
to stop and think before they speak.
And lose sleep.
What should I even say?
This problems pathological.
To tell the truth is honorable.
But we won't that's impossible.
Little white lies,
lead to fickle white lines.
Drawing riddle like rhymes
around the place where I'll die.
This hopeless poet only wanted honestly.
Won't tell you what I actually think
but nothing's stopping me.
(Chorus)
Lie to me.
Lie.
(Sample)
"Don't go away.
I haven't moved.
Tell me something nice.
Sure, what do you wanna hear?
Lie to me."
Ya'll ain't gotta lie to kick it.
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3. |
Murphy's Law
01:38
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I fell in the forest.
Nobody heard me fall.
Been stuck on the fourth step.
Inventory worried ya'll.
If I had a book of matches.
I'd burn it all.
Everything's tragic.
Keep reciting Murphy's Law.
Tell me what my future holds.
Don't come to my funeral.
Miserable and cynical.
They say that's how I view it all.
(I don't give a fuck....)
Run and tell em' that I'm just a monster.
Run and tell em' that I'm just improper.
Just as awkward.
Just impostor.
Tell em all,
tell em all it's dishonor.
Who does he think he is?
Look at this lineage.
Penniless,
empty as envy is.
When we kiss
in a sense
ignorance traded for innocence.
Ending in slitten wrists.
Fits of indifference.
Lost my Cinderella
in a cigarillo.
Meant to tell ya,
well uhh,
sob stories
got my mom worried.
Umbrella held-up.
It's raining cats and dogs.
Writin the saddest songs.
Just hopin you rap along.
Don't know what I have it's gone.
There's beauty in admitting
we don't know why we're grinning.
Everything was shattered and fractured from the beginning.
Everyone you know's a bad person to someone.
All the good intention created
can just be undone.
Still stuck tryin to stay happy.
Still want to find a way badly.
Finally clapping.
Dying from laughing.
Still in my mind all the time
it's collapsing.
Still not through.
It's gonna pay off soon.
Let's talk truth,
stay lost as chaos blooms.
Feels like the world's out to get me.
Still standin still
in this counterfeit dream.
Everything bad that can happen will happen.
Everything bad that can happen will happen.
Everything bad that can happen will happen.
Everything bad that can happen.
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Night/Day (ft. Xzela)
03:13
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It'll be okay.
It'll be alright.
Everything will go great.
It's just a slow night.
Tired and hungry,
wishin fans would wire me money.
Incorrigible, ignoring control
and violently jumpy,
I wouldn't trade this
for better placement or payment.
I don't care to die rich.
Fuck a paradigm shift.
I'm a glum bum conundrum
coming undone from consumption.
Run run ya dum-dum
nothing comes from dysfunction.
It's love then,
I guess that's why I've been doin this.
Findin truth in it,
cause life has been disillusionment.
Tellin patients help is waitin
if they've ever felt abrasion.
Sick of wanting to die.
Sick of feeling alive.
Here we're all fire
for the sake of fire tonight.
Maybe I don't like myself.
Maybe it's a cry for help.
Maybe I'm alive and well.
Sayin only time will tell.
(Chorus w/ Xzela)
It'll be okay.
It'll be alright.
Play music all night.
Make music all day.x4
I feel a lot better now that I met the crowd.
Everything I said before this you can disavow.
Don't hand me your lighters.
I'll end up with all of em.
I wanna take a piece of you with me I can always lend.
This weight sits on my collarbone.
Feeling all alone.
I'm on a stage, awake,
afraid to take a break for calling home.
Where'd Colin go?
I guess now he's Happy Tooth,
They say he started rapping to
escape the things he has to do.
He has a massive crew,
and the aptitude to keep stabbing through.
He hopes no ones mad at you.
Truth is he just has the blues.
This isn't solipsism.
It's a quick trip to get some vision.
Searching for clarity
hope they bury me with it.
Since I told the truth I feel bullet proof
like I'm full of booze.
If the universe has bullied you,
I promise soon we're pullin through.
I'm just a surrealist.
Not so sure what my appeal is.
Hey kids if you feel this
show it to your real friends.
I speak in tongues fluently.
The weekend comes usually,
and if it goes beautifully
we'll smell like a brewery.
I wanna die on tour
your support has been tremendous.
Stay livin in the moment,
frozen, like it never ended.
(Chorus)
This ain't like all them songs on the radio.
Turn it up louder and let the fuckin neighbors know.
This ain't like all them songs on the radio.
This is my outlet when my heart is way too full.
This ain't like all them songs on the radio.
I need it and mean this.
You can tell by the way I spoke.
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5. |
Useless Feeling
03:50
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Yo, I know nobody can save me.
It's the same fight all of us are facing.
I know nobody can save me.
But recently a piece of me's been feelin crazy.
Where's the line between
genius and maniac?
Some don't ever make it back.
Just burn out,
fade to black.
They say adapt,
but this habitats unlivable.
I just wanna be original.
Carve my past in the digital.
But the news
it likes to lie to me
so slow and violently.
Which kinda makes me wanna burn
down banks for notoriety.
Day to day escapist.
Most these moments are idle.
Hate to say it,
every song I've writtens
about death or survival.
Some might say I'm a useless kid
or a lunatic,(shit)
if you insist,
but I just know the truth is sick.
It's the only thing that they can't say.
We know these structures can't stay
if all of them are man-made.
(Chorus)
Can someone tell me
why I'm unhealthy?
Why the poor always
gotta die for the wealthy?
Can someone sell me
somethin to save me?
Followin my dreams
but knowin they'll never break free.
Try to plan stuff,
to end up bankrupt.
They say put your hands up
and you end up in handcuffs.
In a world where no one buys music
who'd choose this?
In my little cage no living wage
feelin useless.
Broke, alone,
I just need a ride home.
Don't wanna go anywhere that I've known.
All these roads are haggard
and filled with potholes.
Take me somewhere far from here
with less lost souls.
I used to think all my heroes were infallible.
All powerful, insurmountable,
my words were doubtable.
I thought what others thought
was relevant.
I use to think a rhyme scheme mattered.
My dreams shattered
the day that I had awakened.
But it's been hard to sleep
with all these sadists adjacent.
I'm experiencing a losing streak
that isn't new to me.
A kinda class warfare
that the poor share exclusively.
We're hoodlums,
crooks, bums,
scum to the richest.
But it only takes minutes
to diminish a whole business.
I used to think I understood
how things work.
But I'm Icarus,
sick of shit,
with my wings burnt.
(Chorus)
Can anyone tell me
why I'm unhealthy?
Why the poor always
gotta die for the wealthy?
Can anyone sell me
somethin to save me?
Followin my dreams
but knowin they'll never break free.
How many people plan stuff
to end up bankrupt?
It's hard to put our hands up
when they put us in handcuffs.
In a world where no one buys music
who'd choose this?
In my little cage no living wage
feeling useless.
Tell me its all wonderful.
Tell me that your comfortable.
Convince me,
that this speech
could ever really change this history.
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WorryWart
03:10
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I stay walkin like I'm stalkin my shadow.
I've been workin like I'm observin the gallows.
I've been to Hell and back
down at the motel.
Room 121, some funny bums,
receiving no help.
Oh well,
let's let life fall to pieces.
Call it what you want
we're all that we've ever needed.
Walk across the land
hope this art permeates.
Lost loves, lost money,
while they stare at my blurry face.
Don't care what you think though
it's fuckin meaningless.
Sing high, swing low
whatever drug is easiest.
Ay yo bro I don't know
where my lighter is.
Or if we'll die from this.
Nothing in mind nihilists.
Head thinkin, "Where's my bed?"
Wearin red around my irises.
Always bein hunted by something
and I'm tired of it.
(Chorus)
I just want to get some sleep.
But these thoughts just keep racing
I just wanted to get,
to get some sleep not fight.
To get some sleep tonight.
Wish I could make my heart stop on command.
Some days it seems so much harder to stand.
No one will remember words that you've said.
Things are so much easier when you're dead.
(Chorus)
Wish I could make my heart stop on command.
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I wish that I could make
my heart stop on command.
I'm a hard rock in the sand.
Dark thoughts of the damned.
This harsh art sparks
our marked loss of a plan.
I'll be your weirdo hero,
who hears notes ears closed.
I'm your cassanova in half a coma.
I'm feelin villainous.
Stealin this,
killin shit,
militant,
pillagin villages
where children live.
An ill-equipped
willingess.
Filtered with filthiness.
Skill exists, illnesses still legit,
Filled it with the realest shit,
guilty of diligence.
Down to the filaments.
If I'm not meant for this
let my heart stop immediately.
Increasing beats in frequency
until I cease to be completely me.
I'd die for this.
Life amiss.
Quietness silenced with
An uninspired wish
to just drift.
I've been meaning to write
the meaning of life.
Screaming and bleeding
seeing evenings alike.
Needing a mic
to keep breathing
in spite of these addictions.
Afflicted with
prescription prisons.
Convictions slippin
in cynic rhythm.
Been a symptom
of conditions.
Suspicion's uprisen.
A vision hidden
within a bitter bitten
victim's bit of wisdom.
I'll leave and be on tour forever.
I need to beat this horse to death first.
Until my head hurts
or the meds work.
And I'm left with just words.
All I own is what I've said.
All I know is just my head.
Intoxicated with contemplation.
Will anyone remember me?
Or am I my own eventual enemy?
Destined to fade into history.
Pointless poisons
poised with poignant realizations.
My favorite faces fade
finite forever feeling vacant.
I wanna say something beautiful.
Something meaningful.
But I only seem to be the fool.
Asleep to dream of rules.
Kids trade art school for a barstool.
Cause their hearts full and
these drugs aren't cool.
But we keep on doin em.
When the day begins
we always know it's made to end.
We play pretend and
enable them to make
this gray stay as grim.
Aging friends
staying in.
Forgotten vows
they made at ten.
I still smell like a house show.
I can't keep the volume down so
I howl low at the crowd's ghost.
I don't know much,
but I know all about growth.
Proud clones
shout prose in loud notes.
Now though this outpost's
outgrown, these clouds
grow and drown this town slow.
Don't ever try to fly kids.
You don't know where the sky is.
We all wanna see the top
and breath the smog,
believe a god and conceive a song
for the weak and strong
to sing along and die to.
I wanna stick to my guns
until the bloods so thick
between my finger and
the trigger it's like glue.
I wanna find the light.
Describe my life.
Light dynamite and die tonight.
I'm desperate for an exit
from the way it's gotta be.
Sometimes
I wish I could make my heart
just stop.
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Feels heavy like you're walkin underwater.
Real heavy,
like you just became a father.
No relief in sight.
Who gets to eat tonight?
You say you need a light?
I don't got it, honest.
(Chorus)
I don't know what you wanted.
But you won't get it here.
It's never been as clear.
You should just disappear.
And no one gives a fuck.
Cause we don't got enough.
Read arsenals of articles
you're still just particles.
Imitation's not hard at all.
You're a carnival
not remarkable.
No heart at all.
That's why I"m playin
bloody knuckles solo.
So slow,
watch the whole show.
No joke,
watch the holes grow.
Talkin to the devil,
disheveled vessel
rebel throwin pebbles
at what you think is special.
But it's so dreadful to get heckled.
(You suck, get off the stage.)
Talkin shit about a pretty sunset
to serenade you.
A fist fight ain't a fist fight
if a blade's used.
I'm scare to age too.
Let's commemorate this mental state.
Something's in the way,
it's been all gray since I've been awake.
Hard days in this art chase.
And I just want the bar raised.
Wear a smart face and we'll win
this heart race our way.
Try and pick the right mayor.
Say life's fair,
buy timeshares.
But our nightmares
have nightmares.
Hit the road and we'll die there.
(Chorus)
(DaveKevinAdam)
Feed me sleep with a silver spoon,
leave me deep in a lovely womb,
with some leg room,
not born just as peaceful
as gone too soon,
on to assume it gets better,
on to the moon get level,
on comes some doom,
it’s several grooms
who’s wedding,
you choose the bedding,
you laying,
you lying,
I am not,
seems the game that you playing
is for the iron thot,
I don’t iron enough,
explains the kinks in how I think,
still I float I thought I’d sink,
I peep the poachers
suck my teeth,
you think I’m dumb I sip my tea,
Who do a wannabe want to be,
want to be me
Why would you want to be me?
What do you like what you see?
What in my life have you seen?
If they ordered you life
would you sing?
If you order a wife
Would she clean?
Tell me the things that you think
I’ll tell you the things to believe
Don’t even think
But why would you listen to me?
I never created your dreams
I never debated on places to be
I’m only the greatest
When standing with kings
Half way there
I been standing with queens
Sad shit bat shit
Don’t even know what it means
That shit passive
Shit that
Nobody needs
Dad knew you’d have sex
Without birds and the bees
yeah
(Chorus)
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Your style's antiquated
and man I hate it.
I'll take the hand you hold the mic with
and have it amputated.
You know what it is.
They know what it is.
No one you know can fuck with this.
We're always bumping fists
discussing shit.
We take the risks
and roll the dice despite what repercussions is.
Tough as bricks.
Spent years with my kinfolk.
We've always been broke,
hit the road and then get home.
(Chorus)
I've been on tour since I was born.
This life is more than just a floor,
four walls, a door,
it's war I'm sure.
But when you're poor
you can't afford,
a fort, a sword,
so we pop corks
and pour some more.
Remorse endured.
And now it seems like all our dreams
are make believe.
We're all just fiends
who need to leave to feel complete.
Don't wait for me,
I'm in too deep.
(Eugenius)
I'm an artist, I've always been starvin.
These other rappers I'm carvin.
Like turkeys beggin my pardon.
Too salty, arteries harden.
This stage is warped when I tour it.
Heavy metal onto my court.
I went from sleepin on floors,
and now they wantin encores.
Cause we keep it poppin like pores.
Dirty and sore but can't afford the room and board.
Split the door amongst the four.
We need some more cash.
Runnin out fast.
Just enough gas,
next shows the last.
First on these tracks, y'all gettin passed.
Keep it straightforward like no innuendo.
Tryin to switch the game like we're playin Nintendo.
No way we're never just messin around.
We comin hard and we fuck up your town.
We flooding markets you all gettin drowned
in the wake of the wave when we're makin these sounds.
New city, new stage,
payin the price of fame.
17 bucks to my name and it's worth it to hear
everybody screamin, the headliner's name.
Actually we're opening
and our van has already broke down twice.
Does anybody have a place we could sleep?
So we fade. We stay away.
It's just our of not going insane.
(Chorus) w/ Eugenius
*(Eugenius says:
"We'll pop corks and pour some more,
divorce endured.")
If this tour doesn't kill me,
then I will.
Or my landlord
a lamp chord or my bills.
Quit trying to find pills.
Cause you're fading away.
Sayin betrayed to alienate
the way we relate.
Fireflies die to light the drive.
Don't look in my wild eyes.
A lie's a lie.
This tours an alibi.
I try to itemize these biased times.
But I can't find the lines.
Far beyond taking aim.
It's almost dawn
and I'm a pawn
long gone when all the faces fade.
When it's over they won't remember your lines
When it's over it won't matter what you do.
When it's said and done we both wanted a high.
When it's over they just won't remember you.
I've been on tour forever still stuck in the same place.
Losing commitment,
superposition and this grave's made.
I'll never go on tour again
cause I can't fuckin afford it.
I put my everything into this and it wasn't important.
(Chorus)
(Sample)
"You don't wanna go anywhere
and that's why all the same shit
is gonna keep happening to you.
Is that why?
Yeah, and also because you're an asshole."
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I miss the good times.
Back when everything would rhyme.
We used to see who'd get the loosest.
Now there's all these excuses.
Yeah I miss the good times.
I miss my old friends.
There's memories I can't find.
I wish that I could hold them.
I miss the good times.
I miss the good times.
Not sure if they were good times.
I miss the good times.
I miss the good times.
(Ryan Liptak)
Don't fade, don't fade.
I'm looking at the feeling.
It won't stay, old days
always had the brightest stars.
Don't fade, don't fade.
I'm looking at the feeling.
It won't stay, old days
don't have to feel as far.
Cause all we are is puppets.
Stomach upset in public.
And I wanna say somethin
but don't like makin assumptions.
There's all this discussion
but no ones sayin nothin.
You must be mad at me,
actually it's gravity casually
weighing me down.
A fast asleep casualty.
(Chorus)
Don't know where I'm headed.
So I just head straight.
The feeling'll come back around.
All I gotta do is just wait.
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(Bum Theory)
Guess I gotta turn this shit down.
Turn the motherfuckin drum machine off now.
But it's only for a minute cause I gotta win it.
This time I gotta flip it upside down.
Listen how it gets when a misfit
with some quick quips
starts to hang around.
Illicit, no resistance.
In this instance
we're dogs
homeward bound.
A bit timid as if timidity
permitted infinity that's sticking
in the nitty gritty
K. Finnerty.
Is we safe in purgatory?
These days steal leways.
Switch a briefcase
to earn the glory.
Now that's the perfect story.
Go back to sleep it's early morning.
Surely warning,
murder for me,
that person lording.
Then please send me recordings.
So I can edit the beats
like medicine betters the weak
and letters envelop your teeth.
And vets will develop
green horns into mean form.
You don't need me for a chance
to advance some fans to
a trance.
You know I'm a friend
who don't want you dead,
I can't necromance.
(Chorus)
Music can't fix your problems.
Music won't pay the rent.
Music just gets forgotten.
Music won't save your friends.
Music can't fix your problems.
Music won't make amends.
Music's not the safest option.
But all music's made to end.
(Happy Tooth)
Keep all my belongings
in a plastic bag.
The life of a drifter
you can't practice that.
In outer space nowadays.
I'm Jack's silent rage.
Don't wanna go
anywhere that doesn't
look like a stage.
I'm afraid life's
a phase that we're
all going through.
Expressing myself was
the part that was overdue.
Loathe the view
or hold the gloom.
It still gets created.
Know the tune,
compose a few
some would kill
to be famous.
I just wanna try and raise the dead
until my face is red.
Write songs until I die
despite how many days are left.
Tumultuous,
all of follow love.
Borrowed cuts,
impulses, lust,
altruist, always was,
saw the bum insulting
some exalted ones.
Falling son,
balled fist ups,
walls were struck,
volume jump,
arts a bluff.
All he wants is for
these sorry fucks to listen
to his stuff and
call him dumb
but no one cared
whose fault it was.
(Chorus)
(...every record's made to end.)
(Eyenine)
I've remained the same in laymens terms.
I used to hang on every word.
But lately they've been makin
vacant statements,
painfully absurd.
Hateful at first.
Able to curse my way
through makin the worst impression.
Learning a lesson
nursed the obsession.
Pressed against a perfect verse.
Heard the best a person gets
is only measured in the stress.
Left instead of what was meant to
be the greatest message sent.
Lick your wounds
between the battle scars.
What used to be a shattered heart
can act as such a massive part in
mastering the art
of how to cope,
on how to overdose
on how to lose your focus,
hope the latter doesn't factor
into how you hold the rope.
Tie the noose and
boost your self up to the room and
yell, "Who can help me now?"
Before you fall right into Hell well,
at least the music can be used again
as evidence.
Some view it as a cry for help
To others it's just medicine.
Let that sink into your head.
Who would like to make amends?
I know this life was made to end.
Let's try again.
(Chorus)
Music might fix your problems.
Music should pay the rent.
Music might be forgotten.
Music could save your friends.
Music might fix your problems.
Music might make amends.
Music ain't the safest option.
We just wanna make music that you'll play again.
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Happy Tooth and Bum.
(Theory.)
Happy Tooth and Bum.
(Theory.)
My life is a mess.
(Yep.)
Find me in distress.
(Bet.)
Sometimes I'm a wreck.
(Yep.)
Wish that I felt blessed.
(Check)
But I've held down my own self doubt
well while my Hell now spells out
sell out.
If I'm dyin unknown
I'll be deciding to go.
Here's my press release.
Expect me to be more likely exposed.
Dying to grow
but everything wants to stifle me.
I just want to floor it
bored with how they leave it idling,
Like a thief
that likes to eat.
I'll take the beat
and make it mine to keep.
This is all I got.
This is all I got.
Call it a downward spiral
I've been around a while.
Now it's final,
outta miles
but still proud to smile.
Found my style without
validation from strangers.
I'm at the show alone,
but the payments the labor.
I wrote a poem to show
folks out here waiting for saviors.
Every gig I ever did was a reason to live.
Every open mic changed a hopeless night.
Every festival that put me on the schedule.
Let me say somethin to the crowd.
And I meant it all.
So I'll refuse to bend and choose pretend.
A fugitive's stupid grin.
Whose actions are impunitive.
Just a cyst
spiting society's
skin silently.
This isn't who I'd like to be,
some beautiful's inside of me.
I just can't unlock it.
Like a latch broke on a locket.
The picture is the conquest.
My love it lacks logic
Everything is fucked..
Everytihng just sucks.
So I'm inebriated by
increasing hatred.
This disease it seems related.
So engage with being famous.
So here's to whiskey drinkers,
thinkers, all the kids
with sticky fingers.
If the thought just simply lingers.
Write a quick verse then we sing words.
Tired of feeling damaged.
Sick of bein defective.
We try to find catharis
through the things we've collected.
But writing all these songs doesn't
seem as effective.
Every gig I ever did was a reason to live.
Every open mic changed a hopeless night.
Every festival that put me on a pedestal.
Let me say somethin to the crowd.
And I meant it all.
(With Bobbi Kitten)
Say something beautiful.
Say something meaningful.
Say something.
Say something.
I've been meaning to write the meaning of life.
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Happy Tooth Columbus, Ohio
"Both Happy Tooth and BDotJeff spoke to the idea that music can be therapeutic, and writing and recording is now less about reaching a larger audience than steadying the turmoil within. “You do start to question your own motivations, like, why am I doing this?” Happy Tooth said. “And I’ve realized that I love the art, and I have to make it because deep down it makes me feel better.” - MatterNews ... more
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