Maybe it's a secret weapon
Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing
Maybe's only make It worse,
Take this day with a grain of salt,
I promise you, I'll make it nice
Suffer your feelings unto
Maybe it's some that place I should go
Take this day with a grain of salt,
Suffer your feelings unto
Maybe I'll be saving planet earth
But I won't stop trying, no
Maybe you're the greatest
Lately I've been dreaming
Take this day with a grain of salt,
Suffer your feelings unto
Maybe it's my Purple Heart
Maybe this is just the start
Maybe it's your pretty eyes
Maybe it's the moonlight nights
Maybe I'm just star struck
Maybes make everything better.
Cross my heart
Hope to die
Wish I never seen your eyes
I'm empty
Didn't see a thing
I just heard a ringing in my ears
I heard you thought I wanted diamond rings
Nah
I'm just singing these songs you wrote to myself
I just put your name in the book on my shelf, titled
“Things I'll get to later.”
And I will,
I have Will power
And you have Will I Am's number on standby LOL (Skrill-I-Am--who said that???)
And I'll probably fly standby next time I fly...
Because...yes, I was looking right at you—
Write about it? I have to;
I'm half blue—and the music in my queue is half you,
So what am I supposed to do—?
Just not?
What am I supposed to say? I said
“Stop. Get out of my head.”
Perhaps if I had a bed, I'd let you in it
Cause you've been in my head, already—there's no closer than that
And I can't hide from the shadows you cast on the inside of my eyelids anymore than I can the darkness of my skin, or the coldness of my spirit;
My heart is just as warm as ever, though—and you can hear it...
Sunken, syncing to the rhythms of any beat loud enough to rock it out of the lucid dream I fell into
Weeks ago,
Weeks before I saw your eyes,weeks before I heard the lies that I could be,
Would be
Was chosen—
But I won't be, that's not my place in this world; my place is to see you and wonder, and watch, and wait—
And listen to the words nobody else can hear,
When your music speaks.
Maybe “I see you” was accurate—
Maybe “I hear you “is all that's left
Maybe “I feel you” about sums it up. But “I love you.” Is what I would say, And you? Never.
Because we don't know each other,
We're just in the same places a lot;
And most of those places are just,
Extended parking lots where old would gather in the twisted moonlight...
And the moonlight...
That was the other thing I saw.
Until next time.
Got me stress eating
In-n-out of meetings all day
In-n-out sounds okay
“No, you're out.”
Sounds okay
Okay—
Are you ok?
Not like Annie—
I mean, you can be—
But that's not really my thing;
Quick fling for some bling without a diamond ring
I don't fuck with that
And you can ask my ex, is we fuckin?
Nah, I'm over that
Put me on the guillotine—
Read between the lines
I was fuckin doing everything
Fuckin doing fine
I was on my grind—
Didn't have the time for no
Explaining why the fuck I go and listen to sublime
I hate the lime-light
Pay attention to me harder and
I just might
Lose it been Losin it since before it was a hit, and I admit—
I miss the shit I came up on,
I admit:
I miss the days where I had fun and
P.S.- yes I'm the best at passing a test
Don't need to study the material
Is really all here—just pay attention
Attention deficit disorder;
My auntie a hoarder but I'm borderline everything:
You feelin me?
To the effect of your reflection
Pretty is, is pretty does
Nothing breaks like a heart, and
Every corner has a landmine
There are monsters in your midsts
Light and darkness calmly came upon us
But my blindness is in hoping
(Well, I guess it's a start--)
My tree is at Mildred E. Mathias
Gardens, so Pardon my lack of decor,
It's horrible, send me an angel
For the top of my tree cause thee
The spirit of Christmas--
(And half of my face, so)
Half of me is so displaced,
the other half's floating in space
Awareness is blinding me barren
I'd fly through Mcarren today if I could,
I would. I would. I would.
...just to say Merry Christmas.
I saw myself skateboarding
Through all the hallways, here
Music producers who made me…
It's crazy, but lately I'm fasting & praying--
Pretending i'd be there with Bells on in Texas--
I'll drive this Pontiac, back to my boy;
(I'm Sorry that I had to miss this,
dismiss this intention I set,
but I can't lose this job;
To name all the Monsters and Sprites
It's the light in my eyes
I'll Miss Lights All Night
Unfortunately, my Time isn't mine
these double-pay days aren't worth all i'm losing but
I'm losing my, losing my Mind
That if I don't come back
and I won't have a job, so
I don't know, I guess this is my
Eating with chopsticks, with two hands
Waiting for someone to love me.
...and I can't see the world you live in
Silver screens and digital, digital scenes
So serene, the sea I swim in;
(I was asleep/I was asleep)
If the world was just a dream
I live in this place, that I hate
I just have a death wish.
All my past selves are colliding;
I've been inviting the chaos,
and wondering why, why, why
I must live inside of a digital box
Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud
Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I)
Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder
I live in this space, I've created
I cannot hate it, it's comfortable,
peaceful, relaxed and though
i've been abandoned by man,
Nothing lasts always, outside of the cloud
Nothing lasts always, mom would be proud (if I)
Nothing lasts always, look in the mirror and wonder
Sleeping with spiders
Waking to sounds of silence
I see the light
Sleeping in spider bites
It's right outside my window pane
And the pain I have inside
Combination of guilt and pride
I can't hide in this place
I almost died in this place
Now everyone thinks I'm a liar
I'd set it on fire,
Watch it burn—
The city to which I could never return.
Sleeping with spiders
Waking to sounds of silence
I see the light
Sleeping in spider bites
Songs in my head that I can't write
Wrongs I can't right
My clothes are too tight,
I just might
I just might
Die in this place
Face it, look at this face
Disfigured and fake
Darkened and sunbaked
Disgraceful, I hate it
And maybe I waited too long
Thought I was just being strong
Now everyone thinks I'm a liar
I'd set it on fire,
Watch it burn—
The city to which I could never return.
Sleeping with spiders
Waking to sounds of silence
I see the light
Sleeping in spider bites
Little lonely planet
Spinning on my axis
I don't need my glasses
To feel
Little lonely lady
Misses little baby
Attracted to you lately
Too real
I'm sorry, it's been cloudy
This can't be about me
In a crowd you can't see
My face
Standing in a corner
Fighting for my honor
No this isn't really
My place
I'm a space cadet
Sucked in a vacuum
And I'm losing it
Thought I could find you
The stars look so marvelous
I never thought it could be
I guess it wasn't meant
For me
Everybody got preferences,
Don't need to be checking my references
You say that I'm hella exotic
I say that your energy's toxic
I'm not sick—I'm not shit
It's obvious: you're oblivious
Trust the process, don't let go.
I sense that it's mellow...
And running away—it's ok—
I'm insane & slightly deranged...
If that's not true, I don't know what is—cause I know what love is.
Please forgive me for my sins—
My subconscious wins me over,
And over and over, overthinking unclearly too wearily depresses my synthesis...this unlimited energy is consumed in rage and hatred, self pity and witty phenomena nobody can seem to explain—what's wrong with my brain, to be this way?
What's wrong with my eyes, to see this way?
I see the world changing a different way—less humanity, more insanity—like me, but more of a calamity; a catastrophe, actually.
It's been about 48 days of this shit
I'm not trying to hear it
Dissecting me at intersections
Sending me in opposite directions
Wasting the synergy that could be
Listening to me as much as
Or made to think I should shut up and die
(By the way, I hate black guys.)
Apologies, this isn't me.
I'm squinting, trying to see
I hate good highs, I'll admit it;
Cause I know what's below
Been abandoned about 100 times
Not gonna take it at another person's pace
I'm not running in someone else's race
I ain't gonna cry about it
I'm not gonna cry about it
I ain't gonna lie about it
Not even gonna try about it
I ain't gonna cry about it
I ain't gonna cry about it
Enough stuff—have a puff.
Must be hard to have 9 TVs on
Must be hard to fuck blondes
Must be hard to go on-and-on...
Wear my heart on my sleeve;
If you died I would grieve you
Being on guard all the time
Don't know what your life is like
I'm just obsessed because you're blessed if this a test
But I do owe you an apology...
Technology...is too much for me
Wiki is the key, and I won't look 3 times.
You set the bar too high.
Sorry honey. You looked at me funny...
And I fell apart. That was the start
I'm liable to read it to you,
Twisted state of consciousness
There's smoke on the horizon
For miles...tired eyes don't lie;
This is what love is at a distance
Had you and then gone in an instant
Now you're just one of my wishes upon a flower
Danced into the midnight hour
Wondered why I turn a shade of blue
Brighter than the planet that I knew
I'm sorry that I missed this chance.
Just let me have final dance.
I know the moments passed, true...
Want to think I know you like I do.
How many times I've been hit
How many times I've been choked
Exploded and exposed to the officers, the Lucifer I married first
even after he split it open—
I was hopin he'd at least open his heart
Instead he departed the apartment
Making threats about all his regrets,
Left a mess and tested me with suicidal tendencies—
Almost beat me dead and instead of feeling anything I said?
Left me with scars on my head—
Blood on the walls, and the bed
And he's flyin down the highway
Tryin to meet with a “friend”
Only told two people then,
Lied to the rest of the world:
Till he literally rocked my world.
I said “oh, I hurt my face doing push ups” but I couldn't look up for a week, couldn't talk through my teeth, couldn't eat couldn't sleep—
“Why did I ever go back?”
Lacked the confidence to leave—
But now my heart's on my sleeve,
And my sleeves are uneven,
Might have still had two sons
Instead, I'm alone today.
You predator, I'm the prey...
But I still pray for you.
‘What are you hungry for?'
Is anything worth remembering?
“I didn't see anything...
I thought it was fantastic, either way
I only wanted you to play
The longest ego death that ever was,
Your sweet kiss on my lips
Fuck it. When life gives you golf balls, you learn to drive—
And you learn to thrive taking care of people too fucked up to take care of themselves.
Top shelf liquor, top shelf buds
I'm hearing things, it seems
My family and friends taunting me
How do You go, from ‘me—to you
While listening to people
Seems like somebody is trying to get me a label of being insane
Seems like somebody is making me crazy on purpose to play with my brain
Seems like I'm just watching shadows and ghosts listening, whispering my name
You're speaking when you're speaking
You stop thinking when I'm thinking
Meanwhile I keep repeating—
Telling me something; yet saying another.
On his presence I ponder.
I wonder how much is true:
It's Deja Vu—I cant help it.
Obsession is insanity, I felt it—I still do
It's still you—I love you
It's fucked up, I miss you;
Goodbye then...I'll say it no issue.
I'm in the chamber of love
Looked up and and I saw you
I feel you just above ground
And I'm calling you down, down
You're the one I'm thinking of
Hand in the sand and i draw you
I would probably drown, drown
Swaying in the sound of deafness
Can't you see that I'm so reckless
Keep me waiting leave me breathless
And I'm dancing to the sound of my heartbeat
The sound of your heartbeat
Melting away in the body heat
Keeping the Rhythm with my feet
(With harmony) Dancing to the sound of our heartbeat
Babe I can't wait till we next meet
Keeping the rhythm with my feet
Turned the page, I thought the show was done
I was only trying to have some fun
This is not the place for you
There is something better
You are so alone in this world
We are not your friends here
This is now, and the times have changed you
You will not be safe. . .
The world has eaten all your trust
The embodiment of emptiness
And then retreated to your nest
Baby, I saw you take flight
Feeling like something's not right...
Fighting with all of your might
Feeling like somethings not right
You're not out of mind, but I beg you to get out of sight
You're too precious for this restlessness
No freedom on the guest list, this
Is one of life's great lessons:
Go home early, count your blessings
Pendulum, pendulum, pendulum
Swing like a pendulum, pendulum, pendulum
And if you love something,
That's all you'll ever be (is love)
We had this conversation on the plane
Ignoring all the pain inside
And in the end that it was made
To make me kill myself again
This is the world that I live in
(I watched you for hours)
(I sent you pretty flowers)
I was crying every minute
Saw your heart and I was in it
Played your part because you been it
Can't connect you to [bleeped] J** S*****
But I really can't admit it
Honey, do yourself a favor
And just tell me what you savor
I'm just glad that you're alive
If you won't let me join your tribe?
I guess I'll have to build my hive
Made me who I'm ‘sposed to be
Haven't even dosed you see:
I haven't been smoking weed
But sometimes that's the thing I need
You planted all of satans seed
The world I see is full of greed
And you were sposed to be my guy
I think about you all the time
Secret passwords and some rules I can apply
When I walked by the place
I peeked in through your eye
Laugh because they're hurting
When they call out all your lies
I was spoiled rotten with
But that causes everything, everything to start over
Prescription or addiction
I loved you the moment I saw you;
With wonder I finally saw you—
I wanted to keep you whole
Jumped into a hole and thought of you
But wanted to feel you, too.
Have you picked all your pennies
I don't know about tomorrow
But my futures so bright, I—
Might just be the light, I—
Might just see the sun-light
When we were the ocean (echo)
Remembrance of the divine
It was all just an accident
Be careful what you wish for
Be careful what you wish for
In your heart—in your soul
In the place that dreams are made
In the place that you were born from
Do not let go of what you know
Be careful what you wish for
We're not finished yet, Chuck Taylor
The journey hadn't ended—
You've been on this expedition—
And we've walked for miles and miles
We have danced below the sunlight
Even glided with the moon, right in the
It never really mattered, being pretty
Till it hit me: I could prob'ly buy the world, if I were free.
There is something we forgot
The plot thickens like my waistline—
All the sugar they refine, a goldmine
Rotting minds and taking time away—
Life away—if sad you eat, then sad you'll stay;
Don't say it, today is just you cheating on yourself
Your shelf life's not as long as your lifeline—
‘If only, if only the woodpecker sigh...
The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies...
As [the] wolf waits below, both hungry and lonely—he cries to the moon ‘if only, if only'
We don't need another song about...
Because they're all about...
And all my songs are about...
Because it was meant to be
Pay for my way to get paid
Half of their shit is delayed
(Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?)
This life makes me want to give
Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...)
Sorry for bugging you, but
You can't wear your heart on your sleeve
Everything, have something
Like the sunlight reflects off the snow
I just hope that you know
And we're just two gaseous planets passing by
Ships passing in the night
But since there's no one...
And we're just two gaseous planets passing by
Ships passing in the night
But the world is pretty trashy
I want the presidency, so
I eat weight and then I gain it
Clarissa, I can't explain it
I wax it and then I wane it
Phone Home like I'm Little Wayne, bitch
I say ‘bitch' but then I hate it
I hate bread but then I ate it
I love cheese and so I grate it
I love food and so I plate it
Love DRuGs I love getting faded
But lately the world is jaded
I stay sober—found a four leaf clover
This instagram is closure
Because he took your house keys
(Choking sounds, gasping for air)
A doctor who won't lock me up
A friend who won't block me out for keeping up with my fitness
Nobody really understands my self destruction plan
But I don't really ‘need' a man,
Thinking about getting dread
I don't need headphones I need
‘I want to hold your hand'
Build me a church and steeple and steal from the people
Avoiding them flirts, the worst
Laying me down in a hearse
Live my whole life in reverse—
The world is George Lucas's first,
From something to nothin,
Somebody come help break this
Demons in my universe—verse
Remember you asked who came first—first
Bitch I'm gonna be famous
Bitch I'm friends with the greatest
Sun and the Moon and the stars were my latest design
Maybe because they thought I'd attack
Maybe cause I'm stacked with knowledge—I acknowledge I wanna go back to college to polish it
I don't know what to call this shit;
Trying to be an activist but I legit don't have the time or a spare fucking dime
Bus lines wasting my time
Wrote the bus song on my own vibe
I don't write songs all of the time,
But when I do, I use blue and my
Gotta find the right sound pack
Gotta be myself, that's whack
Can't fake facts: I've been hacked
For no reason, that's stupid
I hope google plans how to explain how they made me insane picking at my brain—
Need my GPS or I digress, I'll leave my fucking phone at home—
Cause I can find north, of course—-
West is the beach and this beached whale sprouted legs and they can
It might be awhile to apply my airline miles,
But I got different styles or writing
I'm sick of fighting with myself—
“No, you've already written too much about such and such, so—that would expose those who only hope you turn up your nose and, put a gun down your throat”
Started working on my suicide note,
And I wrote about how, now, I can't even go around without the sound of the 3 people dragging me down in my stupid
And the answer that you seek,
Following everyone's footsteps
They're practically sheep, but
You keep keeping up with them
If you're feeling lonely,
Do you remember yourself?
Do you remember her death?
Falling victim to captive
Both weakened and wealthy
Practically couldn't believe you
Inherited panic attacks from your past—
You a writer or you tryna do this music?
Feel like eating pizza, chocolate, tacos mames?
Is dat hoe in buena o es muchas mala?
Calling the bank cause my card was
The children born after me
Listen to Skrillex to help me unwind
I fast and I pray that you won't go away
I fast and I pray cause I need you to stay
Good-hey, good, I need you to play
My favorite songs when I go to the rave
My favorite favorite favorite place
One day they'll probably send me to space
Because I belong to an alien race
For you are I, and I am you
Absolutely: whooo are you?
And I don't suppose you know
Don't owe you an apology,
But apologies, please accept these
For all the elation, and sensations
The complexity of energy astounds me—
Came around on day 2 of EDC just to see you,
Lost it cause I lost track of time trying to find the reason why a certain guy wouldn't leave my side—
And that's fine; he has a nice vibe
But I've a one-track mind for your type of guy
I can read between the lines—
Every other song was a sign
That you could be my guide;
Already supplied me with doses of medication; alien communication I thought—not really, you're just really good at being smart
I was misused and abused, which confused me...like I said, sincerely—
You might find it funny, but nobody loves me the way I love music.
I really hope you're okay.
I really hope you're okay.
Cause now I just can't get it off my mind—didn't mind whoever's hands between my thighs—
Disastrously drunk, perhaps,
But I collapsed at the showers—
Waited in line bout an hour hearing
“Skrillex-skrillex-skrillex”
Nose to the ground, constantly looking around, thinking:
“Well they couldn't be talking about me...”
Because you wouldn't be thinking about me—
I've had dogs barking at me for weeks, i think, so—
Please excuse me when I say
Don't have a clue about your personal life—
But a guy with a wife is off limits.
I don't have a clue, true. You could be anything. Wikipedia would know, but I won't go there—
And I wouldn't go over the rail for the purple water bottle—
Went full-throttle on no-energy...
Sorry my life depends on your music—I can't mend your heart or recommend a friend—just another loose-end to this never ending story.
I don't know who you are,
And you might know who I am—
Thought I saw you dancing as I laid down—thought I was making your face out...
Thought I could be your predecessor, but really I'm just a word processor and don't possess any talent—granted, I've taken for granted and taken advantage of too much time
Undressed you with my eyes the first time I saw you spinnin—I'm just living life in my own skin, and I've never been “the chosen one”
Which is why I run away so fast...
When things are too good to be true,
I remember all my shades of blue
I thought maybe you knew about the two planets. I thought maybe that this was your blanket. I thought maybe that sweater was a letterman's jacket
To whatever team you're on—
But that super hot blonde with the best outfit on...
When I'm right, I'm right.
And when I'm wrong, I'm wrong.
And it's always Sunny in Philadelphia...
But it's always Sonny on iTunes
And always Skrillex on Spotify
He lives inside our hearts.
Ray bands and your hands under my covers...
Thank you for the music. I'm listening.
The prettiest girl in the world came to me and she said
And I could not believe her,
Let my energy deceive her
Wanted to look like her more.
She said “ohh, I want hair like that”
And I watched her stare, like that
Bright shooting star; haily's comet
I'd not let myself believe it
Cause I wanted to look like her, more.
Anna, the prettiest girl that I've ever seen
Close those pretty brown eyes,
Anna, you're what's the matter with me
I wanna look just like you.
You know you're better off
When you're off on your own
There's nobody there, you're just dreaming
It's not really cold, you're just sleeping—
It never happened, you're dying inside,
Keeping a secret, holding your pride back tonight second guessing your eyes—
Wherever you are in the world
Whatever you do with your life
Whoever you take as your wife
I'm sending you wishes of love
Protections from heavens above
I am the owl and the dove
So just know that I love you
I've been pacing in my room
— cannot hear your name again
The world that I've been living in
Is filled with taunting, torturous
And ridiculing, I cant stand it,
Never had to clutch a pillow
Tears will never ever tell your secrets
I told you it was sacred,
Drowning in sorrow and self doubt
To tie onto the chandelier
You've seen me so much this year
I'm hanging myself, hanging on
So just know that I love you.
Would I believe in myself
Would I believe in myself
Would I believe in myself
I just want to die in peace
Maybe too late for myself
Maybe too late for myself
Thank You, You're Beautiful
I'm told to stay positive
Any food is food, to a man who's holding hunger;
Hunger's only boredom to the man who carries stress;
Freedom is the wish of every man who works for wishes—
Woman carries manhood in the pockets of her dress.
All the world is somewhat jaded
Pollution is notta problem
Blur (Lifeless En Motion)
To be lifeless in motion;
At the thought of emotion
Crazy, Stupid, Hungry, Tired
I just stuff my fat face with
Everyone knows that I'm (crazy)
Every one knows that I'm (stupid)
Everyone knows that I'm (hungry)
But no one knows that I'm TIRED
I find it hard to believe
In your eyes and you'd smile
I smile for your voice and
Everyone knows that I'm (crazy)
Every one knows that I'm (stupid)
Everyone knows that I'm (hungry)
But no one knows that I'm TIRED
But no one knows that I'm
But no one knows that I'm
But no one knows that I'm
I have panic attacks on the bus every morning—
Google maps throwing me off and often,
losing my mind trying to find where I'm going;
There's no place like roaming
There's no place like home
I have heart attacks leaving the conference room, coffee stand—
Hand-in-Hand with the grand that's
Bi-weekly directly deposited, hoping—
There's no place for coping
There's no place like home
I wander by walls wearing eyes, making footsteps
Unlikely I'm leading the blind, all behind me
I'm finding the line is too fine to determine
Side-by-side mirror images,
How abstract, subtracting
Distractions, passing concessions
& sundries covering all my expressions
Home is where the art is.
Inspiration's a gift of disaster—
But soon, knives forks and spoons,
A lamp for my room, and a broom, too;
Home is where the art is.
I'm in the cocoon, for now—
Still learning how to be beautiful,
Creating a canvas on my back, seeing—
Just the idea of being free
I see lemonade everywhere
But where are the brownies
Nike shoes, maybe in a shade of blue
Saw through new eyes, today
Something I never saw, at all
Whose Moon Is It, Anyway?
All the bad vibes are alive on this moonlight night
At least this is my last, last life
I have been lost in a world of blue,
wishing to share the world with you.
Now is the future, they say
They're watching you throw it away.
Superstitions coming true
I just wanted a flag or a backpack
Lost and Forgotten Spirits
I am freedom in the night
I am watching demons fight
(In the night, they take flight)
fasting and praying and….
I sent some love your way
In my own world I can stay
Give Victoria the secret,
You may wonder if she'll keep it
the devil gave her all the weapons
to be cloaked in all the beauty of
and wait for you to make mistakes
perfect body, perfect face
make Charisma avoid Karma
and put Pleasure in her place.
Find your place and keep it
You may not believe it, but:
Crashing waves to the west
And they won't give me Adderall
Cause then I would rule the world
Then I could rule the world
‘Who does this girl think she is, caring?'
They won't give me things that would
help me to mend the world
and reflections, expectations
of men in the eye of the beholding
And they won't give her adderall
because they know that she would fall
She came back to haunt herself—
I don't wanna be me, anymore
I just missed my chance to be free
because ugly is wearing your face out
Half of the time, I just space out
Cadet Kelly, hellishly envious
Losing respect, losing time—
Maybe it's a secret weapon
Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing
Maybe's only make It worse, so
Take this day with a grain of salt,
I promise you, I'll make it nice
Suffer your feelings unto
Maybe it's some that place I should go
Take this day with a grain of salt,
I promise you, I'll make it nice
Suffer your feelings unto
Maybe I'll be saving planet earth
But I won't stop trying, no
Maybe you're the greatest
Lately I've been dreaming
Take this day with a grain of salt,
I promise you, I'll make it nice
Suffer your feelings unto
Maybe it's my Purple Heart
Maybe this is just the start
Maybe it's your pretty eyes
Maybe it's the moonlight nights
Maybe I'm just star struck
Maybes make everything better.
Get fatter than my areola
What in the fuck do I look
Not like a balla not like
But salaries at companies
Insurance fees and premiums
Spotify can read my mind,
Dressed to impress the emporer:
Gazelles for the lonely guys--
Thunder Thighs weren't in season
The reason we couldn't get past red velvet lines
Cause we like red velvet cake
Best friend pushed us through
To see You (You, You, You (All I ask of you, sampled)
To talk therapy, apparently
Body dysmorphia got to me
Sometimes I feel like Penelope
Elephante, Killa remembering
But I can't afford them anyway.
Man, it's been a long time
Last time I was president
[sample: Christmas Present, The Rocket Summer]
Disintegrated and separated
and I'm sorry, I love you
But thank you for making me
Don't mean to boast, but--
Fasting & Praying [working title]
Pay for my way to get paid
Half of their shit is delayed
(Bus-Bus/ Bus-Bus) [a waltz] (2/3) (Traiiin?)
This life makes me want to give
Fill up (J fry, am I—am I—am...)
Sorry for bugging you, but
I'm just an artist, i'm starving
-SunnÏ Blū/Novä Raïnn/SupaCrēē
I don't wanna be me anymore
I can't live in this life, can't afford myself
But i'm going to have to collect
This is too much, I can't be
I don't lie down, once i'm up, but
my coffee cup's been corrupted
I don't wanna be me, anymore
Losing your earnings and earrings on dance floors.
I'm the pot calling the kettle black
Actors attract with charisma,
I feel just like Mr. Rodgers
This is not my neighborhood
In about eighty three days
an interesting pair, are we—
Absolutely. I live in certainty
Can't believe it's been eighty three.
I think you just might be
Overthink, think, overthink
Please, I need to leave an hour early
I looked in your eyes with anxiety
What could you want from me?
Why do I love you so much, love?
This is a ‘look-but-don't-touch' love
A ‘never-you-mind' ‘such-and-such' love.
Why won't you tell me goodbye, love?
Pick up the phone just to try, love?
The tension is making me cry, love...
You know I just want to get high, love.
I wanted to try this, to see what it's like—
I don't like it. I don't like it at all
I'm beginning...beginning to fall,
Why do I love you so much?
You don't need me, like I need you
You don't need me, like I need you
Nothing that I wouldn't do for you
But you don't need me, like I need you
Your voice could carry me miles
Practically perfect in every way
Pratically perfect, that's all I can say--
Practically perfect; and thank you for making my
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