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Major Breakthrough
03:08
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She has the darkest mind I’ve ever tried to read
When I heard she was single I almost peed
I want to be her next ex-husband riding on a steed
Her breath is wet, it turns my brain into a goo
And even we text it’s like I’m having a major breakthrough
Because I am the perfect pet in love with her shampoo
When I’m sleeping on her floor, I’m dreaming of her touch
I see her girlfriends out and I don’t say too much
Maybe we’ll go get dinner when Caleb gets his stuff
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Discount Ben
04:38
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You were bleeding from one ear
Asked what I was doing here
I said, “Definitely not hanging out”
Easy to pity and hard to trust
Looking for someone just as lost as me
With a little clout
You don’t know who you know
Til you already know them already
And then I saw him
Swapping recipes with you
I made an assumption
That was probably true
And if you see me
Hanging around thar discount bin
Ask me a question
and I’ll answer, whatever it is
Hit your head and you nearly died
Come back, now you can’t decide
If you’re really everything they say you are
I’m the only one who thinks you’re funny
You’re the only one who calls me honey
That’s funny
In a quiet way
You don’t know who’s the one
Til you’ve already done them already
And then I saw you
Walking out his private gym
It made an impression
That was a little grim
And I remember
Playing patty cake with you
I see your reflection
In all the stupid things I do
So if you see me
Hanging around that discount bin
Ask me a question
And I’ll answer, whatever it is
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3. |
Choose Your Friends
04:04
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My worries, they are dreams
And my dreams, they are worries
I pay the souls that you collect
I was died on the ground on which you’re digging
Never thought I’d see it so wet
Give me a bass and I’ll groove my way to heaven
Give me the last line and I’ll make it fit
Choose your friends, believe in it
Choose your friends, I mean it
Choose your friends, don’t put me in it
I never heard that sad boy one you’re singing
I never thought you’d go solo
You need a nest egg cause you’re trying yo quit slinging
So i must sound like a broken window
Maybe I’ll follow Ron to Pennsylvania
Be one less creep with a white Afro
Choose your friends, believe in it
Choose your friends, I mean it
Choose your friends, don’t put me in it
It’s safe yo say
You have a problem
No need to throw your shade tree at me
Blaze a trail, I’ll take the mail or the oven
My people waited a long time to be free
Give me a sandwich and I’ll eat my way to Smyrna
Give me a cross and I’ll hang like a deity
Choose your friends, believe in it
Choose your friends, I mean it
Choose your friends, don’t put me in it
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4. |
Worst Time
03:33
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The chamber won’t have you
Say it smells bad
Whatever, what-have-you
Girl, don’t do that
You’ll take what they hand you
You feel so sad (so sad)
You feel so sad (so sad)
About the worst time you ever had
The people who own you
They get so rude
They’ve already stoned you
You might get sued
So you retreat to the condo
Make some health food
Lay there and brood
About the worst thing you understood
When they did it to me
It felt so bad
They treat people like laundry
Girl, I knew that
These strangers that haunt me
It feels so bad (so bad)
It feels so bad (so bad)
About the worst time you’ll ever have
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White punks on dope, still running in the streets
Fee Waybill was a prophet
Wanna take this s—- and mop it
You can’t stop it
Major cities got a lot of folks to meet
Yeah but they all business
Makes me wanna say What is this?
What is this?
I wanna beat the hell out of the night
Does anyone in town still know how to do it right?
Cause I hate to see the night come
Yeah I hate to see the night come
You may tune a guitar
But do you have a porpoise?
I tell you, you can’t force this
Can’t force this
Back when open mics knew how to do it right
Think we really had a chance then
We really knew how to dance then
I wanna beat the hell out of the night
Does anyone in town still know how to do it right?
Cause I hate to see the night come
Yeah I hate to see the night come
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What happened to your beer?
Your skin looks clear
You’d love to disappear
Because it feels so weird here
But you smash every mirror
And shed your far away tears
If they had your back
You’d still have their mustache
And you’d still be their lunch
They want to suck your blood, they did as much
Tornado came through town
Trampolines blowing around
They found you on the ground
Impaled on your crown
Mud is not a meal
Your idea’s just a feel
Robotically chase glory if you’re serious about healing
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7. |
Quichebeat 2023
04:06
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8. |
Go Away Don’t Talk
04:32
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Go away, don’t talk to me
Don’t spit The Neil Young Story I my face
I’m nice to you, don’t punish me with words
I don’t have an option not to stay
I know your band, it should break up
It’s so bad that it makes me wanna quit doing mine
Your breath—it stinks
It makes me think that mine does too
And I’m a person in decline
You took the shortcut to knowing me real well
Now I have to look into your eyes
I must have done some real bad s—- to earn this endless hell
So tell that story one more f——- time
Don’t you dare talk politics
And say you’re not trying to get political with me
You’re the one that’s politics
I’m just living right to make money
Came out of COVID hibernating pretty early
Worked a ton and managed not to get sick
But the patrons are so stupid now that I’m the one who’s surly
Swear I’d kill one if I had a brick
Go away dont talk to me
Now you’re saying stuff about your Dick
Just go away forever
I’m done indulging alcoholics
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9. |
Give You My Love
03:35
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I can give you my love tonight
Give you my love tonight
Got a feeling it’s alright
I’m watching you
Hanging on the lowest rung
Perfume on my lungs
I’m amazed and the kinda scum
That follows you
I can give you my love tonight
Give you my love tonight
Got a feeling it’s alright
I’m watching you
You’re too good to be true
I’m bad for you
Let’s be strangers
Do what strangers do
I can give you my love tonight
Give you my love tonight
Got a feeling it’s alright
I’m watching you
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10. |
Work After Death
03:24
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Out in the club, the mood is bleak
Most of my friends say they got a plan
Some of the girls seen days like this
They’re Seein em again
I don’t need to tell the boys about it
They wouldn’t understand
It’s a happening
All around the world
Yeah, I’m working for a living
And I pay a tax or two
Wanna keep my dick and make my body feminine
So what’s it all to you?
Reactionary m—-f—-ers talk about the jews, the gays, the black and brown
It’s a happening
All around the world
Now I’m dead, I’m a slave up in heaven
There’s a whole lot to do up there
The big boss man he don’t give a f—- about all our redundant prayers
I would have brought a bigger bag of meth
Had I known there was work after death, yeah yeah
It’s a happening All Around the World
Happening in Turkey
Hungary
Poland
Italy
U.K.
Tennessee
Yabba yow, all around the world
Yabba yow.
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Quichenight Nashville, Tennessee
pretty songs
nice instrumentals
some rocking
some rolling
a few jokes
That's Quichenight.
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