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America's Dream
02:18
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I’m a white male living a wives tale I’m an American at heart
I write the laws you obey, send the prisoners away, and I’ve capitalized from the start
This is a money pit and you’re dumb as spit if you don’t try to cut a slice
I’m the top one the top 1% I’m as rich as it gets, I'm forming my white paradise
I’m an anarchist, I’m a atheist, I’m a narcissist, thats me
I like to talk a lot, I like to stir the pot but I’ll never say anything
I’ve got money to make with no taxes to pay and an eager to oppress
Let’s make this country great like the golden days where my kind was the best
I’ll do what I want and say what I say because you’re laying on a bed of nails
And the next words I say will put the last ones away because chaos trumps details
With no time to react there’s no time to resist and before you know it I’m on top
This is America’s dream, this is everything, this is an army that can not be stopped
I am red white and blue, tried and untrue and I'm built on stolen land
I’m a racist cop, an abortion law, and a white washed teaching plan
There’s no trail of tears, no internment camps, and Lincoln freed the slaves in a day
I’m red white and blue and I’m better than you because I was born in the USA
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Freaks
01:27
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Your just a bunch of freaks
Bent up on coin machines
Just a bunch of freaks
Entertainment tag a wall
Kleptomania hit the mall
Pockets full of cigarettes
Feel a sharp rush to my head
Reconstruction wet cement
Tag my gang there west side kids
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So Thick
00:54
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Caught up in another thought revolting conversation
Swore I would do better about picking situations
Striking no provoking thought just annihilation
Sit behind the keys type a perfect presentation
And it makes me sick
How you could be so thick
Hold up in another hollow glow of hesitation
Judging other people just to feel some resignation
Addicted to the feeling and loving the sensation
Pump it in my brains it's just cerebral masturbation
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4. |
Hello,
00:50
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Where’d you get your shoes at
Where’d you get your nails done
How much is your love?
Can you tell I’m crazy
Why does no one love me
Why do all men suck?
They don’t know when to talk to me
Tell me who you voted for
Kanye wrote a new score
Will follow me online?
Do you even know my dad
By the way my name is Chad
Do you wanna bump this line?
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Operator
01:06
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Conversation is
Draining me out
I need to split now
Look in their eyes
Blatantly sigh
Walk away right now
Stop talking
Pay attention
Look me in the eyes
Halitosis
My composure is
Bleeding out my nose
Man keeps talking
I start walking
Slam that door to close
Look at me
Stop talking
I am not
Buying in (it)
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6. |
Don't Come in my House
03:43
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Don’t come in my house
Don’t walk on my floor
Don’t compliment my linens
You’re not welcome here no more
Don’t look at my kids
Don’t sexualize my wife
Don’t try pet my cat
Or I’ll end your life
Don’t call my phone
Its off limits to you
If I see you lurking in my yard
I practice civil right number two
I love Detroit
My favorite band is the stools
And if you don’t listen to them
I hope you die in a vestibule
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7. |
Debris
03:23
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I put one hand on her shoulder other on her back
I grind my teeth till they’re weak so much pressure that they crack
I fill my empty stomach with some cigarette smoke
I watch you fall down those stairs as a cough and choke
Do you still feel safe with me
I watch the tears run down the cheeks underneath your eyes
Here you call out my name in more of a scream than a cry
I grab that rusty hatchet my grandfather left to me
I put my boot on your neck and tell you, "you look pretty"
Do you still feel safe with me
I beg you of your pardon give you a few more words to say
I can read it in your eyes the way you spat on my face
I don’t need a box to burry I don’t need to dig a grave
I just chop down like a lumberjack everything drains away
Do you still see yourself happy walking down streets so carefree?
Or are you just a lifeless body bleeding out in the debris?
Do you still feel safe with me
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Matt
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