1. |
Triple Digits
02:08
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Sometimes...the heat can...get the best of us
Even when...you're aware of it...it still fucking sucks
Sorry if i seem a little annoyed
My good mood the heat destroyed
It's impossible to be okay with this
That's why i might come off a little bit pissed
So we deal with it,the best that we can
We stay inside as much as one can stand X2
It's only one-third of the year anyway
Seems alot longer when it's day by day
Six-hundred...and sixty-six...degrees fahrenheit
I'll try...with all my might...not to get into a heated fight
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2. |
Fuse Is Burnt
01:28
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Flips just like a switch
Hard to get out once you're in X2
Head screams in the perfect pitch
To easy to give in once you're in
The hardest part would be
To do and say nothing
It would be to easy you see
To give in and start crushing
Past my prime X2
It's clobbering time
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3. |
Tweaker Tendencies
00:57
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So many accessories
Not enough werewithal X2
Hey man,stop stressing me
I know,I know,I know,I know
Alway a victim
Always a reason
Why can't you see this
You might need some yeezus
Have you ever fathomed?
A key to success
Half the fucking battle
Is waking up and getting dressed
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4. |
Pina Para La Nina
01:32
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Get with the times
Because I didn't order beer and lime
Old world ways of thinking
What's it to you what I'm drinking
Refreshing as fuck
Won't make me go run amuck
That drink in your hand... X2
It doesn't make you a man
Pina para la nina
Pina para la nina
Pina para la nina
Pina para la nina
Fuck You!
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5. |
Hands Out
01:38
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Intentional or not
All you do is take
Receive until you rot
What a terrible personality trait
It doesn't even cross your mind
Your affect on your surroundings
So wrapped up in your own bind
Digressing while you should be amounting
(To something that is)
Take! Take! Take!
Your big selfish mistake
Take! Take! Take!
They'll mention it at your wake!
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6. |
I Can't Help You
01:23
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I can't help you
I can't help you
I'm barely in a place myself
How am I supposed to help?
I got my own shit to deal with
At some point I have to be selfish
I'm not obligated to fend for you X2
I have a family that depends on me
I was always there
I can't be anymore
Don't you fucking dare
You need to get straight to the core
How can I help you
If you can't help you
What am I to do
This shit it makes me feel blue
How can I help you
If you can't help you
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7. |
Mandatory Release
02:01
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We need this more than you think
Release of frustration different from drink
Pent up aggression has to go somewhere
Threshold for pressure could come out of thin air
If I don't write or create
My misery comes out as irate
So for the benefit of us all
Listen to me while I fucking bawl
I need this
It's more for me than you
I sound selfish
That's what the edge of sanity will make you do
repeat two top paragraphs
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8. |
Cop In
01:36
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DO! DON'T TALK!
Get it done and walk
Keep it fucking moving
You'll get where you need to go
Speculate...on what could have been
Immerse yourself in what you're in
Be genuine and give it your all X2
Or speculate...and fall
Facilitate my own life
Make time for what i like
Don't put it in anything else
Even though the stress can be hell
COP IN! X2
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