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Trojan Horse
03:09
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You must be so much better than me
Because you get over shit so easily
Now that your conscience is squeaky celan
You must be so much better than me
If I'm the enemy, then loves a war
Your mind's a blitzkrieg and your smile is the Trojan Horse
Apparently I've been hit by a con
It's the good old bait and the switch
Why do I always fall for this shit?
You must be so much better than me
Because you get over shit so easily
Now that your conscience is squeaky celan
You must be so much better than me
Built it in your shed, left it on my porch
Rang the bell and hid inside before I could even get to the door
Now I don't know what you were thinkin'
Or if you think I'm dumb as I look
But that's gotta be the oldest trick in the book
I'm not saying that you're stupid
But your actions speak more louder than my words
Less a threat and more a nuisance
Why don't you spread your wings and make like a bird?
You must be so much better than me
Because you get over shit so easily
Now that your conscience is squeaky celan
You must be so much better than me
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2. |
Keep Your Friends Close
06:33
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I faked my own death
Falsified suicide
I was just doing what you did
Mirror image of our regrets
You were the fool
Take you back to school
Back to where you belong
I was as good as gone
Singing this song
From the great beyond
I need you
I need you here
I need you here with me
Don't think I'm being friendly
I need you
I need you here
I need you here with me
Don't think I'm being friendly
Because that's where I keep my enemies
Yah I'm not really sad
In fact I'm laughing my ass
off
Yah it was a joke
It was a hoax
A Trojan horse
You were looking like a fish when you finally bit
And I reeled you in
I was looking like a pimp
Slapping my bitch
Turning my tricks
I need you
I need you here
I need you here with me
Don't think I'm being friendly
I need you
I need you here
I need you here with me
Don't think I'm being friendly
Because that's where I keep my enemies
Don't care
Never did
You can give it up because I don't give a shit
But for a minute
You were caught up in it
Thought you saw a phoenix
Pulled an Andy Kaufman
I need you
I need you here
I need you here with me
Don't think I'm being friendly
I need you
I need you here
I need you here with me
Don't think I'm being friendly
Because that's where I keep my enemies
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3. |
No Mas Flores
02:57
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No more flowers in your garden
No more flowers in your hair
No more excused conditions
All suspicions all still there
All your flowers in the trashcan
All my money's there as well
All my heart is somewhere else now
At least my head is out of hell
All that ether in the trunk
all your songbirds now are drunk
Bathing madly in the river
Every promise was a skunk
All I really ever wanted
Was a girl just like you
Someone to stand in the fire
through the fire through and through
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4. |
GHB
02:40
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Nickel and dime man
I'm doin' fine man
Dallas to Southbend
I'm dealin' headstands
I aint sweatin'
I aint sweatin'
I aint sweatin'
I aint sweatin'
I aint never did know no other way
Runnin' from I jail cell
I aint never felt true as I do today
She had those cactus eyes
And communist thighs
I never did her right
I never did her right
Imma Kill him
Imma Kill him
Imma Kill him
Imma Kill him
I aint never did know no other way
Runnin' from a jail cell
I aint never felt good as I do today
Lay Lay Low Lay Low Lay Lie
Headin' to Colorado
Me and my shadow
Bail bond dojo
Rollin' like a hobo
I aint sweatin'
I aint sweatin'
I aint sweatin'
I aint sweatin'
I aint never did know no other way
Running from a jail cell
I aint never felt good as I do today
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5. |
Lack There Of
04:26
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Something that is nothing is the lack there of
The lack there of is something that is nothing at all
I could have swore I brought something with me
I open my hand and there it is not
What did I do to deserve to lose whatever it is I had
It kinda makes me mad and I want it back
Something that is nothing that's the lack there of
the lack there of is something that is nothing all
I could have swore I could tell you how to do it
I had a plan it was so crystal clear
But we realized we were screwed upon arrival
Just in time to see that nothing was there
Something that is nothing that's the lack there of
The lack there of is something that is nothing at all
I could have swore there was something about you
Now I can see it was nothing at all
As time moves on our conversations were slipping sideways
Now all I can hear is Blah Blah Blah Blah
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Gangsta Gangsta where are you?
I've spent my whole life chasin' you
I don't get your crazy talk
So Gangsta Gangsta break me off
I can't wrap my head around it
Don't think I'll ever understand
Oh! I know you've always loved me
I guess it's hard to change a man
And I wonder where you're going
And I think I always will
Oh! Them dubs keep on rollin'
Why can't you sit still?
Gangsta Gangsta how are you?
I searched for you the whole night through
And I sailed the seven seas
I followed trails of promethazine
And so now I'm leavin' Houston
And I aint never lookin' back
I'll leave you with your ghetto music
Maybe you'll find peace in that
I won't take the pistol
I won't even take subs
I will leave you with one thing
I will leave you with love
Gangsta Gangsta now I'm free
And don't you shed a tear for me
I wrote a letter to my mother
This lonesome heart drives me insane
Gangsta Gangsta I miss you
To your own heart you've stayed true
And that brings me to my knees
So Gangsta, Gangsta...
Gangsta Please
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