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Lone Shark
01:23
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I used to have
So much to say
But that was back
When someone was listening
One by one
You all
Fell away
I been high
I been low
Round and round
Hell, I've even run ashore
One by one
You all
Fell away
Now I am
The only
One
Left
On this
Wave
Wave
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Baited
03:45
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We fit so well never occurred to me
We'd be torn apart
Or so I thought but
What I thought I knew
Of your predisposition
Turned out to be
A cowardly
Indifference
Oh I was certain of our accord
But I was
Slighted
Wasted
Oh I was Baited, baited, baited, baited, baited, baited, baited
Baited, baited, baited, baited, baited, baited,
Baited
And to think you were once revered
Oh I know you
Gutless coward
Waoh keep that smile
It is not kind to me
Stay full of shit
And I'll be
Slighted
Wasted
Oh I was Baited, baited, baited, baited, baited, baited, baited
Baited, baited, baited, baited, baited, baited,
Baited
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So, No
03:27
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Chances are I don't wanna hear your bad news
Chances are I'm over the blues
Chances are I'll see you at the bar
Chances are I'll crash another car
So, no.
I won't go with you tonight cause
I'll just be
Oh I'll just be gone at dawn
Then I would feel
Yea I might feel
Then I could feel
And feeling is what's keeping me so ill
Chances are I'm a little bit different
Chances are I'll reorganize your cabinets
Chances are I'll see you walking round downtown
Chances are I'll burn another bridge down
So, no.
I won't go with you tonight cause
I'll just be
Oh I'll just be gone at dawn
Then I would feel
Yea I might feel
Then I could feel
And feeling is what's keeping me so ill
ill
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Gimme Gimme
02:47
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I've been to the edge of the world
They wouldn't let me out
I hollered, spit, and let
The filthiest words from my mouth
Gimme, gimme, gimme wings
Gimme, gimme, gimme the gun
Gimme, gimme, gimme anything
To get me from under their thumb
They big rich more than me
But I've got something up my sleeve
See I am full of will so strong
That I am a fucking time bomb
Gimme, gimme, gimme wings
Gimme, gimme, gimme the gun
Gimme, gimme, gimme anything
To get me from under their thumb
Gimme, gimme, gimme wings
Gimme, gimme, gimme the gun
Gimme, gimme, gimme anything
To get me from under their thumb
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Never My Back
05:37
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You had my mouth, hands, and number
You had my lips, legs, and loyalty
Never my back
Never my back
You, you had my skin
Fingers and regard
And you, you had my bed, strength, and my arms
Never my back
Never my back
Stand next to me or stand alone
I will not look back you lost all you had
When you let me
You let me fall
You let me fall
You let me fall
You had everything
You had everything
Oh you had everything
I gave it all
Oh everything
You had everything
Everything
Everything
But never my back
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Lessons
01:11
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Do better
Do better
We knew better
But whatever
Can't learn a lesson
Til you learn a lesson
Grown ups
Growing up
We were adults
When we woke up
We didn't listen
But did we learn a lesson
Oh
Expectations
Obligations
Aberrations
Alterations
Palpitations
Subluxation
Medication
Medication
Medications
Lesson learned
Congratulations
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7. |
Hot Box Whore
03:07
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Turnin' tricks in the container
No way in hell can I contain her
Sweats rollin' down that ass
My baby
She pulls off trash
With so much class
But no she ain't no poor girl anymore
Everybody lining up
To see my hot box whore
Young and old
Woman and man
There's no tellin'
Who she be
Reinin' in
Aw even if you
You give it all you can
She gonna suck ya down
Like quicksand
But no she aint no poor girl anymore
Everybody linin' up
They want my hot box whore
Uh
But no she ain't no poor girl anymore
Everybody linin' up
For my hot box whore
Well she's trash
With class
Sweat steady rollin'
Down that ass
Try as hard as you can
She gonna suck ya suck ya suck ya down
Like quicksand
Like quicksand
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Playin' hopscotch around underaged vomit
Dodgin' cat calls from boys with daddy's wallet
The ambulance is more like an oxygen bar
Goddamn this city after dark
Well he's fighting an enemy that don't exist
She's suckin' face with all your friends
An ambulance, food truck and IV stand
Goddamn this city at one am
Well get me through the king of streets
Where it's always a twenty-somethings birthday week
I just want to sit in repose
But I can't get around these hos
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steph something Charleston, South Carolina
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