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Baby Blue
03:20
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I'm not sure
what I've been sold
shiny shit, tarnished gold
humble heart, humble head
humble soul, still wind up dead
uh oh!
if life's a gas then I've got heartburn
so it goes!
if life's so fast then what's the wait for?
if thoughts have tracks
my train's derailed and left the station
as for what I might lack
can't find a god, can't love the nation
I'm not insane (ladedadada)
I can explain (ladedadada)
I knew a guy
let's call him Jack
sunk his money in a cadillac
outta gas, outta heart
baby blue still stuck in park
uh oh!
we drove that car till it was busted
so it goes!
the roof was caving in and the paint was rusted
if thoughts have tracks
my train's derailed and left the station
as for what I might lack
can't find a god, can't love the nation
I'm not insane (ladedadada)
I can explain (ladedadada)
forgive me if I had a point (4x)
I can't recall
if thoughts have tracks
my train's derailed and left the station
as for what I might lack
can't find a god, can't love the nation
I'm not insane (ladedadada)
I can explain (ladedadada)
if a glass is half full
I think it's full of poison
I'm not jaded or cool
just need some space to make some noise in
I'm not insane (ladedadada)
I can explain (ladedadada)
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I was born with a silver bullet in mouth
not much point in it now
another lyric without a lick of good sense
try to say nothing I can defend
I love my city
hate my neighbors
but still I wish 'em luck
this city don't love me
this city don't love me back
I'd love some real love, still could it come without strings
that's the love that I need
I built my life on hemlock, holly and blood
isn't worth what I though
I love my city
hate my neighbors
but still I wish 'em luck
this city don't love me
this city don't love me back
this city don't love me
(I love my city hate my neighbors)
this city don't love me back
this city don't love me
(I love my city hate my neighbors)
this city don't love me back
this summer's got me down
I was born with a silver bullet in my mouth
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Heimlich Maneuver
03:08
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well you talk talk talk with your dirty mouth
still I can't seem to figure you out
so I'm cursing like a sailor with my gilded tongue
but there's no heart, and I'm hardly charming
I've been gnawing at the bible trying to swallow faith
still I'm unconvinced of the holy ways
I could kneel and beg for water but my thirst is quenched
I've got a penchant for sex, but none for romance
there's no way
I'm leaving here alone
there's no shame
just Heimlich up your soul
well she nails me like a hammer when my spirits broke
can't crack a smile I can still crack a joke
here my heart pumps rust and my brain is dust
my liver is gold, but I'm sure it could bust
I got a finger at pulse and my feet in the air
tripping over myself just to show I don't care
if the reaper comes tomorrow, man I'll shake his hand
say "your job is rough so I won't make a stand"
there's no way
I'm leaving here alone
there's no shame
just Heimlich up your soul
my soul is such a coward, yours is shriveled too
it's a match made in hell that we'll never get through
I don't need a lover I don't need a god
what a shame that is, cause it's such a nice thought
still deliver me from evil, just don't wreck my buzz
suppose I just want a peach but none of the fuzz
I'm hoping I won't see you at the bitter end
I don't need your love, and we sure as shit ain't friends
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(none)
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5. |
A Toast (to sobriety)
04:03
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now here's to the youth
I wasted on booze and waking up mid-afternoon
now here's to the bride
I ruined with pride, here's to the madness I survived
here's to late night confession
empty beer and aggression, here's to now, here's to here
it's hard to cheers when your sober
to know when wanting is over, hard to face a fuckin' mirror
so here's to the calm
here's to the storm
x2
here's to hanging on 4x
forget the calm
this is the storm
here's to the shakes
here's to the sweat
here's for my heart
here's for my head
forget the calm
this is the storm
here's to hanging on 4x
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Nate Perkins Cincinnati, Ohio
I'm Nate Perkins.
Cincinnati, Ohio born.
Brooklyn, NYC transplant.
I don't always keep a strict genre, so I guess the genre is just depression.
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