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A Wolf Knocks Once
02:13
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Dulled down my teeth, brushed out the mats. Fast food is cheaper than food that’s fast. Unburied bones for gentrified holes.
This suit doesn’t suit me, but we all gotta play our part.
But this guise is fading, new tricks are failing.
Run this old dog out if he can’t live laugh and love. Well I’ll follow my fucking bliss right back to the woods.
You bastards knew what I was and you made me forget myself. Well I don’t care about fame and I don’t care about wealth - I’m coming back to drag you to hell.
I don’t wanna work.
I don’t want a lease.
I just want to fuck.
I just want to eat.
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Algorithm & Blues
03:42
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First things first, let’s get a “candid” shot - half woke after-thot. On brand and feeling lit, if it’s ugly i’m hiding it. Monetized daily life and doing more than “getting by”... overwhelmed by all your support - the best friends I could ask for.
I fall asleep with the dark side of blue light.
When I close my eyes I think of you, idle of my mind.
I never feel as good as you seem to, living a dream life.
Wake up, let’s do it all again. I post, you click, you like, I trend.
Today something just feels off… something I can’t put my finger on.
Fuck! Am I just content without substance?
Not sure that i can disconnect, uninstall you from my head.
I need your love, I need your eyes on me. I need the instafame, I need the dopamine.
When I close my eyes, I’m through with you; absent from my mind.
You never felt as good as you seemed to.
If you’re not watching, am I really here?
Living my own life.
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Earthquake Season
01:28
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It’s that time of year again, tectonic blues ring in my head. Anxious feet cross fickle faults as I self medicate with mixed results
I can’t shake this, just can’t shake it. I just can’t hang with Earthquake Season!
USGS - refresh refresh! Months and months of this stress, and when it ends it begins again; it’s always earthquake season.
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Fuck God & Cum Hard
03:32
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FUCK YEAH! I’ve got a boredom savior; went first round - Holy War fucking fantasy league GOD DAMN! The best he’s looked in years!
#TeamChrist - this year we’re going all the way!
The Holy Ghost still haunts these halls, to the rafters, hoist his shroud. I’d sell my soul for the team on my back despite the pentecost
Fall's Idols - they’ve got me turned around... Fuck it, beer me. Time for the prayer circle-jerk tailgate.I’m just another confession booth quarterback reliving glory days.
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LA’s favorite power trio - Denny, Lafe, and Alex.
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