1. |
Benadryl
03:30
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raised ms. hendrick's ire
when i played sweet caroline
and i don't wanna feel like a liar
but i don't wanna look you in the eye
cause you'll definitely notice i'm tired
and my allergies have blurred my sight
you'll prolly wonder how your cat's dander
might affect me through the night
but i don't know
i don't wanna sleep in my home
and i don't know
still don't wanna sleep on my own
and i might groan
if i wake up wine-drunk and snifflin' some
then i'll definitely certainly know
that it beats waking up and wishing for someone
feel like part of me shows
when i brush my teeth and take off my clothes
when i do that twitch thing and i blow my nose
if i neglect to brush then i'll know that you know
if i talk in my sleep then i'll know you can hear me
if i walk in my sleep you'll get a net out maybe
hunt me down like a bug in AC
and pocket me up for your safekeeping
i don't know
i don't wanna sleep in my home
and i don't know
still don't wanna sleep on my own
doesn't feel right
sleep 8 pm to midnight
and i know that my windows are locked and secure
so why don't i feel safe when i sleep alone here
what if the intruder is a ghost or a demon
a simple lock won't keep it out it knows secrets
it prolly knows my log-ins and all my passcodes
it prolly uses my Crunchyroll to watch its favorite shows
i don't know
i don't wanna sleep in my home
and i don't know
still don't wanna sleep on my own
and i might groan
if i wake up wine-drunk and snifflin some
then i'll definitely certainly know
that it beats waking up and wishing for someone
hung up a sword in my home
cause i don't wanna live with a gun on my own
and i can slice up a demon and i can cut through their bones
and a weak spot will glow when its health bar gets low
if our battle gets loud i might have to wake you up briefly
and i don't have the stats to fight quiet and sneaky
cover your ears and stare at the ceiling
or add up the sheep till your eyes get sleepy
i don't know
i don't wanna sleep in my home
and i dont know
still dont wanna sleep on my own
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2. |
Saverz
02:36
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and i wish i could write those incisive kinda rhymes
that slide like butter and cut like a knife
but my liver's preoccupied detoxifying an elixer i bought at Saverz
my chakra's out of balance my third eye has a stye
and i've got a craving for the flavor of cheap boxed wine
wanna say i think you're beautiful
then i spilled a pack of Skittles into your purse
not a rapper i'm a broken washing machine
just the chatter of the crickets in evening
x2
courageous trip to Saverz, courageous bite on a cankre sore
courageously admitting i'm not over her
or bravely adding my name to the fireworks
petition or the one about the new neighborhood addition i don't really support..
not a rapper i'm a broken washing machine
just the chatter of the crickets in the evening
x2
and i'm a fan of The Gentle Soul
cause when you peel back its layers it's beautiful
i subscribe to a mantra that states that:
"'sorry' sounds rude and 'thank you' sounds great"
hold my breath, don't look you in the eye
it's a win for a sneeze or a cough or a lie
i feel like a turtle that's flipped up
now my shell feels dumb and useless
not a rapper i'm a broken washing machine
just the chatter of the crickets in the evening
x2
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3. |
Pie Chart
03:03
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folks ask me to make a pie chart and i can't
the data's suited for a line graph
my neighbor asked me to turn it down at 10 and i can't
i make music when i'm drunk and i'm sad
but i'd do it for you
i'd do it for you
x3
my mom wants me to be a better man than i am
i wish woulda thought to try that
i'm dry i'm cold i feel old
i wanna buy a second chance
alex trebek died and i said
"what is i'd do it for you"
i'd it for you
x3
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4. |
Quiet Hours
03:01
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oh god a mirror
x2
do you think i look like i'm dead in this light?
do you like that look on this kind of night?
i think i look handsome and kind
i think i look quiet after 9
just throw it away everything i'd said
garbage patch pail kids got a new addition to their ranks
and friends are hard to find
i feel like a villain for being alive
just throw it away everything i'd said
garbage patch pail kids got a new addition to their ranks
clutching my knees i can hold me
but my legs are too big to hold the whole me
wish they'd wrap around me, comfortably
like i prolly could do when i was 15
but throw it away everything i say
garbage patch pail kids got a new addition for their ranks
guy knocked on my door at 9:30
and i'm sitting on the floor at 10:35
have to live in my apartment to be alive
but i've gotta make noise or what's the point of my life?
you could just throw it away everything i'd said
garbage patch pail kids got a new addition to their ranks
oh god a mirror
who's that devil in the mirror?
handsome devil
put it away everything i'd say
understand that i'm a guy like you unless we're very different
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5. |
Down to Earth Guy
02:04
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i'm a down-to-earth guy
i've got normal styles
and both of my exes work in IT
tech girls love my personality
"Poet Laureate" - don't know what that means
if it's award then it's one that i'll achieve
win it for John Korg
trying to be yours
eaten alive just trying to be yours
Skeleton Meat impresses John Korg :)
and I don't wanna get dead
I don't wanna get dead
x11
i think of crucified mice
i think of Pontious Feline
i think of roommate Eli
big rat in his wall died
big seed planted in my mind
little sprout whispered this inside:
"buddy, just stay alive,
buddy, just get not dead,
buddy, just stay alive,
buddy, just get not dead"
and i don't wanna get dead
i don't wanna get dead
x5
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6. |
Sick
03:05
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you make me sick i'll pay for this
i make you sick we'll pay for this
i'm flabbergasted by your laughter after
caught in your room this afternoon
and morning mourning the love i had for you
and cashew eyes collide with mine, the green kind
puffed up from talkin about stuff
you said i cry too much but i think i cry enough
you make me sick i'll pay for this
i make you sick we'll pay for this
and i cried when my cat died
i cry when he's alive in my dreams at night,
you empathize
cause you're ingrained in my brain
like clothes with coffee stains
and "climate's what we expect,
but weather's what we get"
that's Mark Twain
i lost a lung when i broke that microwave
i got from you
it popped and screeched and the smoke filled up the room
like a barbecue
the manufacturer might ask for some proof
of proper use
i made a grape split apart
and spit a ray of fiery goo
i makes me sick i'll pay for it
it looked so sick i'll pay for it
it looked so sick
and i remember my past lives
i remember when i died
and i dreamed that i was born a fly
but then i landed on a grape
and the door it sealed my fate
it was a beatiful sight before i died
i cursed My God for making me a fly
"the lightning ain't distributed right"
that's Mark Twain
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7. |
Bossanova Man
04:02
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i know my personality's bad
but things go unplanned, sometimes you think i'm rad
that makes me happy
and when things are happening
i hardly remember the past
i don't remember you now
your name is smoke in my hands
and although her name
escapes me right now
she likes a Bossanova Man
although she escapes me right now
i know i'll be a better man
and i know it escapes me right now
cause our love is smoke in my hands
i still see you around
my words pour out and they fall to the ground
yet still i'm happy
my words hit the walls and they bounce all around
and they get blurry
my language is gone and it's grinding me down
but it still passes the time for me
i remember what you said back then:
"she likes a Bossanova Man"
i'm just a slick-talkin two-timin picture of a hopeless disgrace
the apple of my eye is really just a egg on my face
Osaka, Bora Bora, Sicily, the Gibraltar Strait
travelled the world to catch her eye
but they were not to her taste
these Ipanema Girls,
like water they just slip out of place
evaporate into the sky and then just fall back as rain
join waterways because they really only savor the chase
your name is smoke in my hand
and although her name
escapes me right now
she likes a Bossanova Man
although she escapes me right now
i know i'll be a better man
and i know it escapes me right now
cause our love is smoke in my hands
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8. |
Mayor's Quest
04:39
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i wanna feel alive
my brain's been colonized
i wanna catch a poe and sell its soul for dough
i wanna take that dough
i wanna trade it for
an "Amulet that Makes Me Immune to your Words",
a "Helmet and a Shield that Makes Me Look Nice to Girls"
and set bonus: it makes the best cook in the world
with my armor i'd cook up your favorite meals
and when you take the first bite this is how you feel: !
how much of my hair has fallen into my food?
and what percent of hair to food do i consume?
enchanted helmet tight on my head,
upgraded twice to serve the function of a hair net
screamed in my head the night that you called me
a hook-mouth fish who's shouting "you caught me"
split into two like the myth of the earth worm
my head is all i need to dig through the dirt
i wanna feel alive
my brain's been colonized
i wanna catch a poe and sell its soul for dough
i wanna take that dough
i wanna trade it for
an "Amulet that Makes Me Immune to your Words",
a super powered "Sword that Can Cut Through Plastic
and the Silence in the Air Between the Questions You're Asking"
with my sword i'll clear out the air in here
and when i make that first slice
this is how you'll feel: !
took some damage
i'll pull out my tome
and i'll heal
and when i cast that first spell
this is how you'll feel: !
Zolda casted Zombie so the heal did damage
now i'm off to his lair being held as a hostage
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9. |
Jacko
05:08
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carving a pumpkin so it looks like it's grinning
holds up to frost and the wrinkles and the rotting
shipped a batch in from western Colorado
place them in a field and maybe the children won't know
maybe the children will say "that's where these grow"
i feel on my own
i feel so alone
drank a Miller Lite
that drink got warm overnight
i feel so alone
i feel on my own
i feel so alone
drank a Miller Lite
that drink got warm overnight
different, but still it's different
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10. |
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Frog went a courtin' and he did ride
King kong kitchie kitchie ki-me-o
With a sword and pistol by his side
King kong kitchie kitchie ki-me-o
Ki-mo-kee-mo-ki-mo-kee
Way down yonder in the hollow tree
with the owl and the bat and the bumblebee
King kong kitchie kitchie ki-me-o
He took Miss Mouse up on his knee
way down yonder in the hollow tree
with the owl and the bat and the bumblebee
king kong kitcha kitcha ki-me-o
He said "little mouse will you marry me?"
way down yonder in the hollow tree
with the owl and the bat and the bumblebee
king kong kitchie kitchie ki-me-o
Miss Mouse had suitors three or four
King kong kitchie kitchie ki-me-o
And there they came right through the door
King kong kitchie kitchie ki-me-o
Ki-mo-kee-mo-ki-mo-kee
Way down yonder in the hollow tree
with the owl and the bat and the bumblebee
King kong kitchie kitchie ki-me-o
They grabbed Mister Frog and began to fight
King kong kitchie kitchie ki-me-o
In that hollow tree it was a terrible night
King kong kitchie kitchie ki-me-o
Miss Mouse turned away she couldn't bear to look
the tree did groan as it sway and it shook
with the rain and the thunder and the rippling brook
king kong kitchie kitchie ki me o
Mister Hare wound up for his fierce left hook
the tree did groan as it sway and it shook
Mister Frog got low and Mister Hare mistook
his position for a duck and not a seismic throw
Mister Frog hurled the suitors to the floor
King kong kitchie kitchie seismic throw
With his sword and his pistol he killed all four
King kong kitchie kitchie ki-me-o
Ki-mo-kee-mo-ki-mo-kee
Cold manslaughter in the second degree
With the owl and the bat and the bumblebee
King kong kitchie kitchie crime-eo
They went to the parson the very next day
King kong kitchie kitchie ki-me-o
And left on their honeymoon right away
King kong kitchie kitchie ki-me-o
Ki-mo-kee-mo-ki-mo-kee
Way down yonder in the hollow tree
An owl and a bat and a bumblebee
King kong kitchie kitchie ki-me-o
Now they live far off in a hollow tree
King kong kitchie kitchie ki-me-o
Where they now have wealth and children three
King kong kitchie kitchie ki-me-o
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