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To feel her touch
It’s almost impossible to hold still
Maybe we can go back to the way it was
Well at least let me love you the same

I got lies to tell your children
When my smile pierces through your bones
Right through your bones
(Through your bones)
The grass is green inside my yard
I can make you laugh so fucking hard it hurts you
Inside your bones
(Inside your bones)

She talks, I listen, she’s in the shower and her skin glistens
Like oh my god I like it
Like oh oh god I like it

I suggest a drive, lets take the back road
Lets get lost lets lose our minds
Hey, little girl, I think we found it tonight
I think we glow that fucking bright, oh
And when she laughs I like it
Like “oh ha ha ha ha ha”

I got lies to tell your children
When my smile pierces through your bones
Right through your bones
(Through your bones)
The grass is green inside my yard
I can make make you laugh so fucking hard it hurts you
Inside your bones
(Inside your bones)

“Holy shit she smells like heaven
Been best friends since we were eleven
And oh my god I like her… “
“Yeah, I heard you like her…
Baby, I thought that we had something
Compared to him I’m next to nothing
Oh my god I like her… “
“Yeah I heard you like her…”

I am a million fucking bucks
I am a thousand fucking fucks
Your bitch is dead she was hit by a truck
What the fuck!

“Holy shit she smells like heaven
Been best friends since we were eleven
And oh my god I like her… “
“Yeah, I heard you like her…
Baby, I thought that we had something
Compared to him I’m next to nothing
Oh my god I like her… “
“Yeah I heard you like her…”

I can’t forget the things you have done
You chose your way
This price you shall pay
Our time has just begun
Hold your tongue, no more lying / It’s my turn to speak
Fist clenched in the darkness / This cut goes too deep

Dead Rose
My heart filled with pain
Dead Rose
My head filled with hate

I won’t forget the things you have done
Death is real, no more hiding
Can you feel its embrace?
Tired of watching you dying
Your mind lost its way

Dead Rose
My heart filled with pain
Dead Rose
My head filled with hate
No More
When nothing’s the same
Dead Rose
You withered away and now it’s time to say goodnight

Father, why have you cursed me with this pain?
Your son has shed his skin
Brother, I lost my way within the darkness
Buried in roses

He doesn’t see her, and she gets by.
He doesn’t see her, and he doesn’t try.
She goes on livin’, and he’s never there.
Isn’t it funny how little men care?

She calls her mama, and talks for a while.
She talks to Mama, pretending to smile.
She watches TV, and sleeps in her chair.
Isn’t it funny how little men care?

She gave her youth to him
Without thinkin’ twice.
Then he walked out on her
And ruined her life.

I never noticed those lines in her face.
I never noticed, but she’s showin’ age.
She’s knittin’ sweaters that no one will wear.
Isn’t it funny how little men care?

Isn’t it funny how little . . . men care?

Dry crossing up the holy five hate
Your cousin is my hobby free throw
I’d toss my calling card but I’d hate to make a baby feel slow
Nope, bro, there’s lots of answers to shit
Like the numbing that you feel is real, then pain grows
You’ll get for what you asked
Patience is the lane I mate with case closed

If I fall, will you be there to catch me now?
Catch me now or…
If I fall, will you be there to show me how
Show me how I’ve fallen?

All cranky in a blanket with a lazy eye
Same pigeon that was shitting on the other guy
Why yo fitness need a witness?
I too can cook a bunch of little meals

Friend, make my life
I picked ’em up and clipped their hype
It was the tamest type the little bitch couldn’t listen
I flipped it up and twisted night
Into a padded white room
Bitch named “Kristen”

I will run laps around you, around you
Go on, try, tug me back to you, but I’ll fly
Guess they were right
No way to drag your body and make up the time
So I’ll focus on mine, not gonna hold me down I’m leaving you behind

Won’t say that you’re better
Won’t sell you a better lie
Won’t tell you etcetera
Won’t say that you’re doing fine
If your life never turns around
If you should die tomorrow or the week after next
I know that I will be safe and sound
I won’t be there cleaning up all the mess

All cranky in a blanket with a lazy eye
Same pigeon that was shitting on the other guy
Why yo fitness need a witness?
I too can cook a bunch of little meals

I felt my body craving the oxygen from ancient wasteland aching
I wanna be the man with the bacon
Make a light reveal the only stake in
Fakeness, fucked

I will run laps around you, around you
Go on, try, tug me back to you, but I’ll fly
Guess they were right
No way to drag your body and make up the time
So I’ll focus on mine, not gonna hold me down I’m leaving you behind

I don’t even fucking feel nobody
I don’t even fucking feel nobody
I keep sucking up the feeling that it’s all a waste
And I’m just waiting in a body

Black cat, brown rat
Face off vs. fruit bat
The greatest fight we’ve seen yet
Immaculate tact
Green clam, yellow lamb
Fight purple face ram
Bets are in it’s not a scam
Find out who wins
It’s just an animal, ass whoop
Show

Puppy dog had an accident
Damn it, mammal
Kangaroo cracks its dick in half
The crowd sprayed crimson
Shark dad ate a baby calf
You still like burgers
Clip clop, clip clip clop
Horse comes out and beats your parents up

Going away, vacation
Going away, vacation

I don’t even fucking feel nobody
I don’t even fucking feel nobody
I keep sucking up the feeling that it’s all a waste
And I’m just waiting in a body

Blue dog, red frog
Face off vs. big hog
Balancing on wet logs
Swamp bog, thick fog
Gray duck, white beaver
Fight golden retriever
One has meat cleaver nick named “Life Eater”

Get me out
All your self-commendations
Don’t face me now
I’d rather be blind to my malformations
Don’t tell me I act like a child, I grew up in a basement
Practicing a smile, practicing a smile

Ride in the hammock with a bleeding fist
My white sides splitting like the ironic
Cucked little critter from the boards
I sniff around on triggering the weeb racists
Both sides are shit, both sides are flipped
Ripped off the jaw of the idealist
Pick from one of any, fantasy pipe dreams