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1. |
Stuff My Face Off
03:42
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I... Am hungry
That's what I am
I... Am hungry
So starved. Energy depleted, seeing stars
So far, I’ve downed two pots of coffee and a pack of Marbs
No carbs. Nothing to eat and I’m crashing hard like old cars
Tank’s drained, batteries can't hold a charge
Feeling apathy without a cracker as a mechanism
To feed the fumes of a converter catalytic
An empty belly doesn’t match the physics
Of a man with a rat’s metabolism
Throat’s so charred
Stomach so jarred, my mood’s becoming livid
With one look at my watch I might go ballistic
If soon I don’t eat, I probably won’t sleep
I need at least something to counteract impending cataclysm
Attacking the kitchen, scouring the back of the fridge and
Pacing back and forth with a lack of precision
Realizing rations resemble that of a prison
Alcatraz for sure. Slamming the fridge door so hard
I... Am hungry
I... Need to eat
I... Need to stuff my fucking face!
I... Need to stuff my fucking face!
I... Need to stuff my fucking face!
I... Need to stuff my fucking face!
I missed my breakfast
Not a single Pop-Tart
I had to skip my lunch
Not even a Lunchable
I forgot about dinner
Although it's heated up
I still made it to happy hour
And got drunk
It seems, stores are all closed, no one’s taking delivery
Past three, in the morning, what am I going to eat?
So weak. Blood sugar low, facing defeat
Slowly, slip on a pair of sneaks and head up the street
On the hunt for at least a Big Mac, Fillet O’ Fish and
The biggest size side of fries with secret sauce to dip in
My sole target's golden arches glowing in the distance
I'm going to win this competition, no holds barred
A face hole so dark is now lit, and uplifted
Filled to the brim with any grits I can fit in
Tossing it back at a ravenous rhythm
Tray covered in trash, not a single shit given
Feeling free from fasting as this Happy Meal's my witness
Grubbing left and right like no one’s business
Realizing this act resembles that of a pigeon
Not a single scrap left, not even a smidgeon
I... Stuff my fucking face!
I... Stuff my fucking face!
I... Stuff my fucking face!
I... Stuff my fucking face!
I have eaten so much
This might affect future generations
I have eaten so much
This might affect future generations
Are you gonna eat that?
NO
Sweet!
I... Stuffed my fucking face!
Not a single Pop-Tart
I... Stuffed my fucking face!
Not even a Lunchable
I... Stuffed my fucking face!
All heated up
I... Stuffed my fucking face!
And got drunk
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They always say, Seth, why don’t you just try a bit?
Just try a bit, just try a bit!
Now, Seth. Why don’t you just try a bit?
Shut up
If you take me out to dinner, I want burgers, no beginners
Want my meat pink in the center. If there’s mayonnaise I’ll be bitter
Because vomit is a symptom and I really wish they’d listen
But I will not be a victim of that mayonnaise in my system
Gross!
With my luck I’ll get the most. Look like I just seen a ghost
Take a bite, I might just fight the maitre d’ and end his life
Stab him with a butter knife, send a message to his wife
All this could’ve been avoided. Now he’s got to pay the price
Really started as a kid, I hated it
Felt like jumping off a cliff, who made this shit?
Tried to understand the Miracle Whip
Some of my friends would use it for dip
Not me, that’s nasty
Don’t even ask me if I want it on the side
Don’t even really want it on my mind
Let alone have it on food, am I right?
I got that quality pipe
Hella ho’s, follows, and likes
I plan on snatching the mic
If you don’t live up to the hype
People be thinking it’s nice
But that shit’s killing my vibe
Pitching and throwing them strikes
Hate Mayo more than Bud Light
Mayo! Keep away from me
I don’t want to see it in my vicinity
Wait. You agree?
Well, I get irate even if all that I see
Is an advertisement on my computer screen
It’s rare in life to meet someone similar to me
Where it’s failed to meet one that gets my proclivities
I have gone ballistic on my own family
Viscerally reacted, sometimes explosively
Once upon a time ago, I divorced a pretty girl
Who tried to feed me aioli and say it was the same thing
Practically Simpatico
Practically Simpat
Practically Simpatico
(How does she not know the difference... between condiments?)
Practically Simpatico
Practically Simpat. Hey!
Practically Simpatico
(I know the difference!)
Practically Simpatico
Practically Simpat. Hey!
Practically Simpatico
(That bitch, seriously)
(Eeew! I got some on me)
It means something, nobody's got to tell you
It means something, nobody’ll tell you why
It means something, nobody's got to tell you
It means something, nobody’ll tell you why
What an uncomfortable meeting with greetings of clammy handshakes
Angst hits the ceiling fan which it seems its blades can’t break
This buffet looks lovely but the conversation is crummy
So my girlfriend stays in the lobby
She can never handle these planned dates
Playing Plants vs. Zombies while I venture into this man cave
Engaging with the party peeps who can’t stand straight
Up goes the chatter while I garnish this platter
Consisting of beer-battered meats and the sweetest of plantains
The kid inside me, guides me back to Peter Pan days
Letting peanut butter smothered Ritz complete this campaign
In a room filled with belligerent mouthfuls, I’m not hearing it
I’m just running interference in an omnivorous landscape
It’s practically illogical, over treats so hot
Tactfully methodical, not enough to grease my thoughts
I've had about a stomach's full, empty talk leaves a knot
I’m unable to put stock into these over-washed, canned brains
Find my spot at the table, flop my plate down like a pancake
But my butter knife won't make the cut
In discussions tough as a flank steak
The stories they’ve chosen are so frightfully broken
Why can’t a silence that’s golden
Become somewhat of mandate?
No matter what I spit, unique is returned with a blank gaze
The crunch of chips to teeth echo over every damn plate
Condiments with no common sense cover stutters like Band-Aids
Our only common ground's the mustard in a feast that's free of Mayonnaise
Practically Simpatico (No Mayo)
Practically Simpat (No-no-no Mayo)
Practically Simpatico (No Mayo)
Practically Simpat (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Practically Simpatico
Practically Simpat. Hey!
Practically Simpatico
(I know the difference!)
Practically Simpatico
Practically Simpat. Hey!
Practically Simpatico
(That's sick!)
Hash tag, No Mayo, hash-hash-ha-hash-hash-hash
No Mayo
Hash tag. No Mayo
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3. |
Plastic Sleep
03:10
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Temporary tattoo artist, Groundhog’s Day naysayer
Non-returners of calls until about a day later
Off-kilter, off-set, caught in the fog freighter
Running off-course with a cargo of prayers
Same alarm, different day, same fall down the stairs
Same position, arms spread, same cause for the craters
Same condition without the existence of a blonde head
Anxiety-stricken thoughts supposedly left for dead
Woken up again by the same complex
Better to get to calling that provider of small meds
When the feelings aren't right, he’s the go-to best
At patching the hull and beefing up defense
The goal to obtain a straight and narrow keel vector
Needing a quick fix, not some water wheeled lecture
Staying afloat, placing trust in a mentor
Prescribing pseudo-feelings of real pleasure
The Monoamine Oxidates lift current states
Curbing bad moods for good measure
Knowing when’s too much to take from stomach aches
Loss of weight and increases in blood pressure
Selective Serotonin re-uptake inhibitors
Reinvigorate, making great listeners
Not knowing how much to take is exactly how money’s made
By pharmaceutical company investors
It goes, one, two, thirty milligrams of Celexa
Four, five, sixty more of Effexor
Counting plastic sheep until nighty-night from Trazadone
How could we get a full night’s sleep without having those?
Melatonin gives the worst nightmares
Claustrophobic, loss of focus, blind stares
Naturopathic paths have negative sides too
At the break of dawn comes the night terrors
Sleep is never really sleep REM-wise
Despite Ambien and Remeron taken every time
Waking’s a chore for a slow, sedated mind
Facing the floor with capillary blazing eyes
The scariest experience, wide awake and furious
Sweat drenched, un-slept, brain caked with delirium
Upset from unrest unless attempts are made
To book an hour with a so-called, therapist
This inner-changed proves a new and improved catalog
Once behooved to drop two blue Adderall
Side effects clash like new shoes
Competitive moods glued to a friendly game of racquetball
Wow, this is all so great and gravy
For the immediate moment, despair is unfurled
More elated than lazy lately
Going straight from feeling something awful to top of the world
Forget about insides degrading
Laser beam speed's what we demand and it’s damn quicker
Patching neurotransmitters
Than reinstating solid states, regulating transistors
It goes, one, two, thirty milligrams of Celexa
Four, five, sixty more of Effexor
Counting plastic sheep until nighty-night from Trazadone
How could we get a full night’s sleep without having those?
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4. |
Clown Shoes
03:00
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He used blue paint to extend eyebrows, tracing lines of happiness
White paint from cheeks to chin laid a basic canvas
Red paint amplified his lower lip to the edge of dimples
Making frowns a chore and smiling a new anthem
With this perfect landing strip to land a kiss
He thought, "Who could deny a funny guy put together so animate?"
A lack of magic tricks brought a lure instead
A yellow hat atop his head with a red wig affixed
Inner questions became easier to answer with
A mirror and a makeup kit under the flame of a candlewick
A vandalized face, faking candidness
Resulted in daily donations taken hand over fist
Running a scheme as an evangelist
Made it plain to see he’d recovered a trampled bliss
A beacon of red foam graced his thick nose
Removing that heart under his sleeve
And replacing it with a trick rose
Ballooned pants with purple, striped cross-stitches
And yellow lines down the center, tossed away old britches
Changing kicks for a bigger, redder size depicted
A man no longer a victim of liquid inhibition
The kids loved it so much as he juggled just to fit in
His presence even trumped ice cream truck monthly visits
The previous image he adored was evicted
By a cotton candy pink slip. What a tasty trinket
He did it for the kids
At least those that could laugh at him
The way the carousel spun with its organ, squealing grind
Resembled the cup he placed in his circled space defined
Slow-pacing rotations, ups and downs caught the eyes
Of local patrons. Going places, no denying
An abnormal person never walks as the crow flies
Trace the chalk outlined by discarded bow ties
Helpless is a feeling that reverts to closed blinds
But selfish is not the way to raise a flag shown white
A race against time results in missteps
Caught by clotheslines of mistakes draped with skeletons
This escape may be more creative than relevant
Call him crazy but don’t fault him for facing the hell of it
He’s doing the safety dance under a tent graced with elephants
A family man among a freakish fellowship
Fearlessly facing the elements
As a son of women with bearded faces who embrace elegance
Helping nerds' stake on the shapes of bell curves
Fall to the wayside and guide them a path to excellence
Self-assured is a day that shall return
And that wake up call won’t be pushed to voicemail messages
Although a victim of bad luck, he found proof
That giving up isn’t option and giving back expounds couth
Animal shaped balloons astound youths
Helping them look up to themselves
While staring down at his Clown Shoes
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5. |
Coffee & Cigarettes
04:43
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My two best friends are like toffee and cinnamon
Sweet on their own. Yet together, expensive
One gets me off my feet, the other's so offensive
My two best friends are like toffee and cinnamon
Creating the sweetest lie that I’m living in
My two best friends have me coughing continuous
As I sip in. Breathe out
Coffee and Cigarettes
I sing this softly beause it’s hard to speak consonants
This smoke filled breeze is costly
Getting across my two cents is often off-beat
Once the monster speaks, I’m at least thirty packs deep
Doing the math clearly adds up steep
And once matched with caffeine, I can’t just sleep
Increasing serotonin, band-aiding every jones
Instead of being bold, I figure that’s just me
A case of reaping what hasn’t been sowed
Approaching a steep cliff, affixed to a weak stronghold
Even when your feet are fixed, once fixated
That nicotine itch breaks a stitch mixed with hatred
Hence this displacement, hence complacent
Attitudes grabbing you in slow motion like the Matrix
Dodging bullets carrying cancer
Hoping they're not lodged in your gullet
Ending your life and last words
I tend to overstep boundaries, smashing lovely
With every piece of my soul
Keep seeking that Old Gold while rolling my own
Knowing the end of each smoke will only lead into the trash heap
I won’t pass up until I pass out
I’m a lifer without a filter until the last butt is tapped out
I’m both on the fence and off the wagon again
Watching ashes fall from this puff magic dragon, my pen
Coffee and Cigarettes, Coffee and Cigarettes [cough, cough]
My two best friends!
Coffee and Cigarettes, Coffee and Cigarettes
Sip in, breathe out!
Coffee and Cigarettes, Coffee and Cigarettes [cough, cough]
My two best friends!
Coffee and Cigarettes, Coffee and Cigarettes
Sip in, breathe out!
They’re my “besties," my gems
My deepest-seeded weaknesses stress-reliever, freak-bitches
On which I depend
Keeping them secret, washing them down
Until the mug is empty except for stains and coffee grounds
Hiding the smell like nobody but I can tell
I’ve been cheating my immune system while lying to myself
Chalking it up as a habit, denying this is an affliction
Willpower soft as a rabbit, yet hard-headed and addicted
No kidding. Warning signs flash by, we won’t listen
We’ll let the cash fly, snowball into the growth of a cyst
And treat it like we’re just "victims of the system"
Puffing legalized crack pipes
Flic-a-Bic spokesmen, choking on Nicorette
Overindulging in the effects of Chantix and Wellbutrin
This manic depressive, candid confession
Should stand as a message to anyone this stupid
Call us Mad Men, suit and tied
Taking advice for granted
Ignoring those landmines with objection
Any excuse will outweigh tries to tell us it smells putrid
Leaving cries muted like pantomimes
I put my cash up until I’m cached out
A griper without a filter until I’m so amped that I pass out
I’m both on the fence and off the wagon again
Watching ashes fall from this utter tragic expense
I smoked my first cigarette
When I was around about five, or six
My reaction to my first buzz was so indicative
Of a pattern of captivity I'd have to deal with
I didn't figure out until about
Around a decade and a half later
That the restorative, combo effect
Of a cup of coffee and a cigarette
Is my number one, top favorite flavor
Coffee and Cigarettes, Coffee and Cigarettes [cough, cough]
My two best friends!
Coffee and Cigarettes, Coffee and Cigarettes
Sip in, breathe out!
Coffee and Cigarettes, Coffee and Cigarettes [cough, cough]
My two best friends!
Coffee and Cigarettes, Coffee and Cigarettes
Sip in, breathe out!
Sip in
The sweetest lie I'm living in
Breathe out
Coffee and Cigarettes
Sip in
The sweetest lie I'm living in
Breathe out
Coffee and Cigarettes
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6. |
You're The Best
02:58
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[Seth Swift & Ian Hernandez]
Try to be best
‘Cause you’re only a man
And a man’s gotta learn to take it (wait, what?)
Try to believe
Though the going gets rough
That you gotta hang tough to make it
History repeats itself
Try and you’ll succeed
Never doubt that you’re the one
And you can have your dreams!
You’re The Best! Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re The Best! Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re The Best! Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you dow-ow-ow-ow-own
Fight ‘til the end
Cause your life will depend
On the strength that you have inside you
Ah you gotta be proud
Starin’ out in the cloud
When the odds in the game defy you
Try your best to win them all
And one day time will tell
When you’re the one that’s standing there
You’ll reach the final bell!
You’re The Best! Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re The Best! Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re The Best! Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you dow-ow-ow-ho-how-ho-own
[Tim Stiles]
You’re The Best, The Brightest
Far left of the rightest
Fearless and fright-less
Never slept in the slightest
Guard alert, hard at work
In the land of the giants
Towering over the ficus trees
Dredging detritus
When you spread your wings
Even cranes seem flightless
You could be blind in both eyes
And never short-sighted
Anyone who steps
Gets legs swept in the crisis
They oughta hire a stylist
And call you, 'Your Highness'
[Seth Swift & Ian Hernandez]
You’re The Best! Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re The Best! Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re The Best! Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you dow-ow-ow-ow-own
Fight ‘til you drop
Never stop, can’t give up
Til you reach the top
You’re the best in town
Listen to that sound
A little bit of all you got
Can never bring you down
You’re The Best! Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re the Best! Around!
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7. |
Until It Makes Nonsense
03:32
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There’s no rhyme or reason why I find my hands stretching the skin
From my cheeks down to my jawbone until it's see through
Shaking excessively while I coddle glands with palms
Until my eyelids bleed too
Allowing negativity to cram into my head with no handle it
Makes any positives seem duped
With pessimism and all, I end up hitting a wall
And let the executioners dress me with a clean noose
It's not a suicidal cry. More like a hanged man's
Right to die, amplified when I feel blue
An awful stance arrives once the font, Comic Sans is applied
Onto signs I’m not trying to read into
Put a message in parenthesis and it’ll undermine an expression
Intended to sneak through
Encapsulate it in quotes and there it goes
Exacerbating the lows of a deceased view
Surrounding asterisks makes stars breed black-hole passages
Gravitating a lead to
Swallowing sedatives, subduing mood deficits
Give a man too much to chew and there he goes banging his head again
Like boom, clack. Boom, boom, clack!
Boom, clack! There he goes banging his head again
Boom, clack! Boom, boom, clack! Boom!
There he goes banging his head again
It must be terrible
There he goes banging his head again
Only advice is to say, Oh-oh ok
Uh-oh, oh, oh, uh-uh-oh
Uh-oh, uh-oh, oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
Uh-oh, oh, oh, uh-oh
There he goes, banging his head again
It wasn’t a part of the plan to impart a displeasing
Changing of guard this season. I didn’t mean to
Extend to the farthest of reaches, stretching the mark of the beast
And depart on a freezing-hot air balloon
Locomotion squealing drowns just how hopeless feelings sound
As light speed weakens to reveal truth
That visions of romance only exist in a slow dance
It’s a kick in the pants with a steel boot
Reading between the lines with a bitten lip redefines
What it means to meet demise, long overdue
In a language I can't speak, written in Sans Serif
I try, but can’t scream within this black vacuum
Between a hard place and a rock, there aren’t ways to talk
Just asteroids to dodge on a dash to the bathroom
With a mirror in the front, my tongue pushes swollen gums
Where food doesn't belong between a sheared tooth
Hung up on the tone and teething from the drone of beating drums
Seeing a seizure come in this telephone booth
With a clack, clack, boom, it's a catch twenty-two
Give a man too much to chew and there he'll go banging his head again
Like boom, clack. Boom, boom, clack!
Boom, clack! There he goes banging his head again
Boom, clack! Boom, boom, clack! Boom!
There he goes banging his head again
It must be terrible
There he goes banging his head again
Only advice is to say, Oh-oh ok
Uh-oh, oh, oh, uh-uh-oh
Uh-oh, uh-oh, oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
Uh-oh, oh, oh, uh-oh
There he goes, banging his head again
Uh-oh, oh, oh, uh-uh-oh
Uh-oh, uh-oh, oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
Uh-oh, oh, oh, uh-oh
There he goes, banging his head again
It'll come back sooner or late
To get rid of it again, just say
Uh-oh, oh, oh, uh-uh-oh
Uh-oh, uh-oh, oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
Uh-oh, uh-oh, oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
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8. |
Cigarettes & Coffee
03:17
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I suck you in, I blow you out
I suck you in, I suck you in
I suck you in, I blow you out
I suck you in, I suck you in
And in the morning I will drink some coffee
To help me get back to where I started last night
In the morning I will drink some coffee
To help me get back to where I started from
I suck you in, I blow you out
I suck you in, I suck you in
I suck you in, I blow you out
I suck you in
Even when signs read, "Not Allowed"
Set the timer
Let the grounds soak and steep inside her
Wait for chemicals to greet incisors
They need time to percolate
Rubbing eyes first before sipping lies
Conducting a ritual by paper-licking dry filters
One pony trick in mind
In a race to stay wide awake
I suck you in, I blow you out
When I light you up, you turn me down
I suck you in, I suck you in
I suck you in, I blow you out
Dawn to dusking, it’s awfully disgusting
I suck you in, I suck you in
And if it happens that my coffee and cigarettes won’t do
I will call in sick to work
I will drink about a gallon and a half of water
Until I can get myself back to you
Gut wrenching sighs hurt. This wretched vice
Quenches denied thirst, evicted from a wicked stine
Shaking a tobacco stick at time
Coffin-grazing is my escape
I suck you in, I blow you out
Combining leaves to the tune of grinding beans
I suck you in, I suck you in
I suck you in, I blow you out
Regular or menthol, it’s awfully resentful
I suck you in, I suck you in
I suck. You in
I suck. I suck you in
I suck. You in
I suck. You suck
I suck. You suck
I suck. You suck
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9. |
Scratching My Head
04:42
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The lice they bite and cheat. I don’t know why they lie to me
Don’t know why they lie with me. I'm just trying to sleep in
Not even the size of peas. I even tried some bleach
But this bleed's constantly leading me closer to the deep end
Their incessant sidling and follicle, finding feasts
Makes Fridays kind of bleak. I’m not looking forward to the weekend
The cries outlined in speech fall on deaf ears, so silently
That I don’t know how I'll feel tomorrow. I suppose I’ll just pretend
That the day I had the chance to meet them
I made the same glance made to cretans
In a straight line, filed into sequence
Their colonizing decides my pretense
It was all cherry wine when I needed them
Sour at first but a tad sweetened
Now I wear a hat like a feral mask
Too scared to scratch for a reason, I don’t get it
I don’t get it. I, I, don’t get it
I don’t get it. I, I, don’t get it
I don’t get it. I, I, don’t get it
I don’t get it. I, I, don’t get it
I don’t really know why they smile
Everyone is smiling at me
But man, I guess I’ll take it
I have had a terrible week
It wasn’t just dudes on Capitol Hill
It was even pretty ladies
Wasn’t even just panhandlers on the street
It was even people who seemed angry
(Sniff, Sniff) Why does my nose itch?
Ah, crap
How could I have guessed what I would find
There on the tip of my nose
How could I have guessed the whole time
The goodwill I built was hanging from my nose
Why do I even try?
It never does any good
Because out on the streets. I’m just a douche
I’m still a douche
Everyone they smile at me
I don’t know why, I don’t know why
Looking all askance at me
I don’t know, I don’t know why
I don’t get it. I, I, don’t get it (I don’t get it!)
I don’t get it. I, I, don’t get it (I don’t get it!)
I don’t get it. I, I, don’t get it (I don’t get it!)
I don’t get it. I, I, don’t get it (I don’t get it!)
I don’t get it. I, I, don’t get it (I don’t get it!)
I don’t get it. I, I, don’t get it (I don’t get it!)
I don’t get it. I, I, don’t get it (I don’t get it!)
I don’t get it. I, I, don’t get it (I don’t get it!)
The lies divide my sleep. Uninvited, idle creeps
Compromising vital needs. I’m just trying to sleep in
I fold just like the pleats in sweat-soaked, piles of sheets
Toss and turn to find some peace, scratching closely at the deep end
Inviting such violent dreams, my bed board whines and creaks
Friday night’s a frightful treat
I’m not looking forward to the weekend
Whys out cried and screeched go unanswered and I don’t seek
Solution nor sympathy, just relief from this grievance
On the night I had the chance to meet them
I pulled sheets back down to knees and
In a straight line, filed into sequence
Their colonizing ignited my weakness
It’s all good and fine, I never needed them
Acquaintances never meant to be friends
I’ll burn a match and turn this hat
Into an urn and laugh for a reason, I don’t get it
I don’t get it. I, I, don’t get it (I don’t get it!)
I don’t get it. I, I, don’t get it (I don’t get it!)
I don’t get it. I, I, don’t get it (I don’t get it!)
I don’t get it. I, I, don’t get it (I don’t get it!)
I don’t get it. I, I, don’t get it (I don’t get it!)
I don’t get it. I, I, don’t get it (I don’t get it!)
I don’t get it. I, I, don’t get it (I don’t get it!)
I don’t get it. I, I, don’t get it (I don’t get it!)
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Try to be best because you’re only a man
And a man’s got to learn to take it
Try to believe, though the going gets rough
That you got to hang tough to make it
History repeats itself. Try and you’ll succeed
Never doubt that you’re the one and you can have your dreams
History repeats itself. Try and you’ll succeed
Never doubt that you’re the one and you can have your dreams
You’re The Best Around
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re The Best Around
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
I don't know, man maybe my opinion is biased
But when the rain pours somehow you remain the driest
Staying indoors? Sure one way to go by it
But that’s not what you do, you’re the trident
That three pronged fork. The wisest, most vibrant
Keeping the tides of the sea on course
Often silent, but that’s just your way
Of taking the higher ground against a sea-sawed horse
You epitomize every creature who wanted to breath but didn’t try
Every fish who saw the bait but didn’t bite
We wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for your consistent guide
So I applaud you for being a resource
When I resort to depression, you’re right there to retort
A shoulder to cry on, advisor to lean toward
No matter the nests of Lochness I’ve found
You’re the modest, Best Around
Fight ‘til the end cause your life will depend
On the strength that you have inside you
Ah you got to be proud, staring out in the cloud
When the odds in the game defy you
Try your best to win them all and one day time will tell
When you’re the one that’s standing there
You’ll reach the final bell
You’re The Best (Wax on) Around (Wax off)
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re The Best Around
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down (Wax on, wax off)
I don't know, man maybe you exist to keep eyes on the prize
And help others rise from the sea-floor
You seemingly see more in one day
Than those who witness lifetimes behind a screen door
Protection from the gnats and flies
Is a benefit when enacted right but therein lies a recourse
That Poseidon-all seeing eye who leads all forth
From the ocean’s depth to the seashore
You exemplify every t-shirt with a bolded phrasing, fitted right
Every motivating poster saying, "Live your life"
We wouldn't survive without your lasting light
So I applaud you for being a mentor
When we drown in depression you’re right there to resound
One to rely on, a reason to feel proud
No matter the hell that conscience compounds
You’re the honest, Best Around
Fight until you drop. Never stop
Can’t give up until you reach the top
You’re the best in town (Fight!)
You're the best in town (Fight!)
Listen to that sound
A little bit of all you got can never bring you down
You’re the best in town (Fight!)
You're the best in town (Fight!)
You’re The Best (Wax on) Around (Wax off)
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re The Best Around
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down (Wax on, wax off)
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Tim Stiles Santa Cruz, California
Tim Stiles is an independent hip-hop artist historically known as the lead vocalist/rapper of the satirical hip hop band, Passion Party. Tim is no one trick pony. He’s a clever, crafty wordsmith in his own right with an ability to adapt to just about any concept or genre. ... more
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