I kneed meese (Um.... Tail her!) by Harlee Quinn

Pee, Anna. Man... (Instrumental) by Harlee Quinn

On the Phone (instrumental) by Harlee Quinn

Nineteen-30's (instrumental) by Harlee Quinn

Bedtime - Space Contiuum by Harlee Quinn

Bah Bahp by Harlee Quinn

I make up the most awful content/ like Goddamn ME on "Facebook"/ Martian continent toppling like a God-forsaken wave took/ all us off the map/ gone and all that's left:/ shadows of the way we stood/ Social media, so unseemly/ Unholy place where sadists cook//// Alter-ego/ not all that eager/ to separate the fake from/ grounded safety/ Astounding lately/ the way we stuff our face full of/ cakes/ made of fake bullets/ It ain't wasteful to break the tools indoctrination made the rules with/ paid with "looking cool"////

HOOK:

It ain't easy to take the higher path

Why is that?

Could we

try and see past

the "likes" and Ca$h

that get us high as

Giraffe pussy?

Put a trade treaty

to an entire batch

Fly is wack

Would these

liars see that the light is black if we

let em' die on their backs?

Should we?

It only seems fair now that my morale is replenished/ Stamina back/ in a magnanimous act/ I add an amendment// to where I stand/ (a cunt-hair closer to that pert little ass)/ I wanna learn all her tats and don't give a damn for "looking cool"////

Post Breakdown: Feet planted/ firm and table/ down at a 38-degree angle// Tied hands, nylon cable/ first quiet, then slam, make her shake and wail//// I can be sensitive, dirty, or fatal/ Sure, you could confirm, but the word of the day's still "silent"/ and I oughta know somethin' bout' that/ Cuz' when I spray from a can it ain't Krylon-Matte//// Has anyone noticed we all changed? Or am I just too old-- it ain't broken, I just don't know the game?// In the 80's those holdin' dope bricks made it/ now they traded and Ladies love Dobrick, David// I hate it/ loadin' grenades/ the faint of heart/ and heartless won't make it/ I'ma take their tools/[" What devil hides in the darkness"]/ "Looking Cool"////

Lit Up by Harlee Quinn

Eerie by Harlee Quinn

It Goes Like by Harlee Quinn