1. |
frat boys
00:26
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i dont wanna hang out with those frat boys
that you say that you like
wait in line to do cocaine in the bathroom
for the rest of the night
then go out to bar in my least favorite part of town
probably get into a fight
with one of those frat boys that you say that you like
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2. |
i h8 playing u in fifa
02:44
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i hate playing you in fifa
you always make it no fun
i like to hit the long range
you like the L1 triangle through ball runs
and then back pass
and talk no trash and thats dumb
you meet me in the kitchen
tell me that im mean when im drunk
but hey man that was mean too
im just trying to cook up some polenta
and then eat it
no i do not need this right now
so you'll ask me questions
about everything you already know
and i'll ask you questions
continuously on why you decide to do what you do
and you will explain to me
a million different things that you dont really need to defend
hey man i was just asking
this isnt for me i just thought that id be a friend
you're so cool, calm, collected
and im such a walking piece of shit
but you can have what you're protecting
cuz trust me i dont want anything to do with it
i look you turn the other way
like i can see u through the crack of the bedroom door
but I love you're spew of confidence
on all the things you'll continue to ignore
but i wouldn't want it any other way
we run the sticks, you dish the beats, and then don't mention the score
i tell myself this is the last game
until you ask me if i wanna run one more
i cut in with Robben
for the r1 circle deep
im tryna finesse
you hit the manual keep to the counter attack
then run up the sideline
with your pacey 73 rated left back
ur looking for sweat i hear the triple tap
you get the golden G i say "let's run it back"
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3. |
so high, gonna die
02:05
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i saw you both on the way back home
from the girl's house, trying not to look stoned
when I told you I needed
to grab something quickly
before we all meet up and go to the party
we both knew that i had lied
im so fucking high, i think i'm gonna die
so I'll go to my room
suffer impending doom
as try not to call my parents or friends
and I'll ask them
if I should go
to the hospital or to bed
they'll say "come on Clay
you're alright,
take a shower"
but my heart got louder
and now I'm breathing loud as shit
and I'm trying not to cry
im so sorry for freaking out
that one time I got way too high
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4. |
cool, ttyl
01:04
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i like the sound, the sound of your mouth
when the words wont come out
but i know what you're thinking
and i like way, the way that you look
when you're all bothered and shook
i can tell you've been drinking
you were the plan
i was the plug
i understand
but i am not drunk enough
so you took my hand
said it was love
i took a stand
and i called you're bluff
cuz i dont like the way u treat me
i close my eyes so you can't see me
but i guess ill talk to you tomorrow
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5. |
23
01:08
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im growing up
but I'm just as drunk as I was last year
i can feel it in my blood
that this year is going to be the same
you were saving up
all your money for some drugs
and a festival down south
cause you needed a break from your friends here
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6. |
scotts cheap flights
00:32
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just because you don't have any dreams or aspirations
dont blame me
for the sick sad world that you'll build urself
like the books that sit up on your shelf
that you'll never find the time
to read
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bitch lungs San Francisco, California
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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