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Party Next Door
03:55
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He thought the whole wide world was in his hands
He wants the whole wide world
He got the evening news from the paper stand
From a friend
He wants the whole wide world
Pupils dilated
I think the medication might just be enough
If you could just forgive me
I think we could honestly make it good
In the garden she waits, with a fatal flaw
When she blooms it comes late
Cause she works though the day
I guess it’s enough
Shes got his whole wide world right in her hands
Shes got his whole wide world
Shes got his whole wide world right in her hands
Again
Yeah
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Don’t tell me you've been misbehaving
My bed even misses your shape, when you
Treating me like I’m a stranger
Your name pop up I know the danger
But you looking for different things
And baby can you really blame me? (No)
Cause this ain't the life I’m tryna live
While I’m still young and barely getting paid, I
See you looking when I’m walking away
This shit happen on a daily basis
Head spinning, feel like I’m running a race
And lately can’t tell who you chasing
You can’t decide babe
You can't decide
You can’t decide
Whether you want me or another man, it's complicated
Don’t tell me that you need me baby
Please, don’t say that you've been looking for me
Oh no, you know I ain’t your average
Are you on my side?
I can't decide
I see that you’ve been working late (working late)
Oh no I see that you've been working late
You only call me when you need something
I'm not on the side, yeah
You can’t decide
I’m not on the side, yeah
You can’t decide
Allumer de la music
Coronavirus
And this is their new hoax!
The drives fill with conversation
Working with clay
It’s gonna be a brighter day
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3. |
Child's Play
03:06
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Burning trees in the back of your fathers 6
That your mama lets you drive while he’s working
And your brother hasn’t come out of his room for seven days
We got the living room til 6
We’ll have it our way
Now my lord he is a lover
And my daddy’s up above
Still pray upon my knees each night
I’ll always share your lungs
And we glide along the freeway
With your denim in my palm
But the Richard on my left hand
Sayin’, we ain't got that long
And your mother is a teller
But she didn’t teach you well
For I’ve asked what's on your mental
And those lips thy never tell
Your daddy is a doctor
And he treats his patients well
But the hole below my left rib
Good god it hurts like hell
And it widens
And it widens
Widens
Burning trees alone in my living room
And your perfume to mask the fumes
Cause mama will be home soon
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4. |
Martine Rose
03:17
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Wash the tablecloth
Stove another rock
Look for love around here
Take a tab at night
Just to see the lights
Maybe feel it somewhere
Man I miss Barack
How we used to talk
Endless conversation
But she don’t look
No more
Cause you don’t fuck with that, at all
(Come on baby look at what's around you)
But it’s okay
I'll be here, always
And my headlights
Just like her eyes
Are getting dimmer
So I’d shape myself
Off how you felt
But I don’t get no sympathy anyway
Cause you don’t fuck with that, at all
(Come on baby look at what's around you)
But it’s okay
I'll be here, always
Always
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5. |
Constant
09:00
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Look into my lovers eyes, a stare
Feeling more but my conscience and her hands, hold me there
Pretend, a woman I do love is here again
What do you believe in?
I just need to hear
For summertime is near
But what am I, to say
For I’ve killed two cars and broken too many cores for my day
And you are the only constant thing
You smell of roses picked just freshly off a string and
Goodnight, dream of me, baby for a night
What about those nights we would swim cotton waves
In the dark, In the back we’d have some Frank
And I said “I Love” and you lost your self control, once again
Crooked grin, Aphex Twin, and I’m right back in
And my house cam sees your car pull in again
And you are the only constant thing
You smell of roses picked just freshly off a string and
Goodnight, dream of me, baby for a night
Alone again
One eight, his sons getting old and he’s not there to see him when
He lose
But he’ll be up there waiting for you
And you are the only constant thing
You smell of roses picked just freshly off a string and
Goodnight, dream of me, baby for a night
So I walk the soles off of my kicks
Fled down the stairs and I liked it
And you looked at me like I’d done it again, yeah
So I move on
And I’m fucking with Loggins on this one
Picking up different numbers
I’m thinking my Comme-Des-Garcons jacket is getting smaller
I’d pick up weights but I lost two fingers in the mower
I don’t think she sees what’s going on here
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6. |
The Follower
03:53
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And when we can see again
We’ll lie and watch the skyline start to blend
And when I can love again
The morning sings, the night time brings
A look upon your face that says it all
And I wish, you could be there for this
And I wish it were simple without you
With the lights down
With the lights down
With the light
Take my beat hand, and lie with me until time says we can’t
She’s a follower
He loves her
Oh the clock stops, she walks off, I J-walk
But I can’t catch up cause
She’s a follower
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7. |
M Street
02:32
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Salt in your hair, from sea water
And my goddamn ties in my old skool vans bound
Kept me quiet
As the night surrounds us
And he’s back home with your perfect life
It surrounds you, always
Always
Sometimes....
And the green in your eyes is fucking wild tonight
Casino shoots its lights and they glisten off your face
And I break, and I fall like Frazier
Contemplating her contract because of me
(Only 17, High pilot AE, M street take me back got you back in the death seat)
As the night surrounds us
And he’s back home with your perfect life
It surrounds you, always
Always
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8. |
415
01:54
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9. |
De Un Homme
04:24
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Losing my direction, attention with you
Looking for a place to hide, among the guardian
But I still long to sin, my patience paper thin I
See a rising cloud of smoke ahead
But I ain’t puffing it, and I ain’t bluffing man
Chemise Vetements
My brain (Stop calling out my name)
My eyes (Loewe with the big frames)
I see her hips they sway,
Watch the perspiration coming down my face
Cause I still ain’t paid
For the tab she slings
And the oils in my veins
What a world when you get your way
(Stop calling out my name)
(Loewe with the big frames)
Some peonies, for my floral seams
My Raf, my Homme, my girl she clean
And don’t you see, what's happening to me?
You say I’m wrong
I fight back some
We end up, in the same place
You say I’m wrong
I fight back some
We end up, in the same place
We end up in the same place
We end up in the same place
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Run along, and I slip my pants back on
And I leave cause I never stay long
Oh is this what we’ve become?
Remarkably, I find it so hard to breathe
I think that it’s not for me
Commas slowing my falling free
Running out of commodities
Chase the tree with some herbal tea
Is my pops even proud of me?
Seventh Heaven
What's above is on my back
As I lie on my back
And dream of what's to come
(This ain't the end)
And my red eyes
Love finds ways, to hide
Sing along
Too busy getting involved, too busy falling in love
Too busy getting involved, too busy falling in love
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Messina Boston, Massachusetts
@messinaplz
alternative sad chill bedroom pop funk rock rhythm and blues mix stuff u know?
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