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Keys
02:30
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Verse 1:
I wish this world was a better place, well guess what/
it makes us tough but were still dumb as fuck/
cuz we keep landing on our faces like we're drunk/
and don't exactly learn from getting back up/4
It's like we love the taste of ass fault/
I guess all you can say is take life with a grain of salt/
with shot of tequila and side slice of lime/
try and no get it in yer eyes, it happens sometimes/8
smile muh fuckah that's the best way to start yer day/
everydays a swell, go out and catch a wave/
peeling back like a tight skirt barley on her legs/
meeting her is like hawaii, land and get laid/12
throw a shakah in the air and let it sway like a lit/
zippo lighting up yer bud anticipating the lift/
stop trying to buy yer way to heaven right now is a gift/
it's called the present for a reason your heavens while you live/16
Chorus:
Stop trying to live it right, Turn the Keys life,
it's good to do a little wrong And Go, Go, Go/
standing with a stare like you burnt through yer last spare/
Stop standing there and GO Go Go/
Verse 2:
Today the world ends lets do something craaazy/
fuck it, go for yes, and throw away the maybes/
You hold your stress like a treasure chest today let it go/
don't trip on where the wind takes you just float/ 4
land like a seed to a tree and grow a forest/
or bitch about what your giving and beg like the homeless/
issues? I got volumes one through twelve/
everybody's got problems you keep yours on the shelves/8
like books you don't read, man you need to open em up/
your going no where son if you don't learn from the fuck ups/
I admit, I don't always walk on life right/
Lost in a cave frantic searching for the night light/12
I got two thumbs up and a smile, can't complain/
Broke as fuck, barley over minimum wage/
The key to life?, bitch do you open your eyes
shit you've been the locksmith the whole god damn time/16
Chorus:
Stop trying to live it right, Turn the Keys life,
it's good to do a little wrong And Go, Go, Go/
standing with a stare like you burnt through yer last spare/
Stop standing there and GO Go Go/
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2. |
Tongue Slut
01:18
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One kiss, one night, alright/
10 beers 4 shots I aint walking right/
One girl, one thought, I wanna take her home/
Like the drinks in my gut, but that got left on the road/
How the fuck did I even step inside of this house/
How the fuck did her tongue get inside of my mouth/
worked late last night, worked early all day today/
rocking old spice, but smell like coffee stains/
Didn't shave, eyes sagging like your grandmas tittys/
rushed out the house, don't think this shirt even fits me/
But I was spitting game, she stepped in and played/
I played the queen right and uh check mate/
Hands weaving through each other like a lauhala hat/
skin sliding on each other like vinyl and slipmate/
In the hands of a drunken dj missing all the cues/
but it doesn't really matter cuz shes drunk too/
everything is easier when dressed in social lube/
I think I really like her, and I think she likes me too/
Making out like 2 medieval knights ready to Joust/
More teeth than tongue, I think I even spit one out/
I didn't wanna take her home, I wanna take it slow/
I got her number in my phone and watched her drive home/
Little did I know I got fucked by the make out slut/
I never saw her again she used me for my tongue/
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4. |
Salt Water
01:57
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5. |
Drop The Bouquet
03:34
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6. |
Breathe Black
04:34
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*VERSE1
mistake maybe guilty when I touched those breast/
I know she had a man, I put the hormones to the test/
like a potters wheel my hands moved the body slow
She played the studio engineer and raised the tempo/4
parking lot hook up sweat seeping out the car/
No blankets, she had a sunroof, were covered in the stars/
I thought she had a rum scented freshener in the car/
then remembered, she worked at the local dive bar/8
Her phone was blowing up, I don't think she didn't give a fuck/
fingers dug into my back, I thought the claws were stuck/
Kissed my lips right off, spit um on the dashboard/
toes in the ash tray pretending it's a sand floor/12
Her phone hit the floor, ringing for the 4th time/
Same ringtone, Atmosphere, sunshine/
and right before I place a piece of me inside of her/
my conscious smacks me in my face and the guilt starts to burn/16
CHORUS
I can feel our breath, I can feel our breath/
I can feel our breath turning black/
I can feel our breath, I can feel our breath/
I can feel our breath turning black/
exchanging fake love, exchanging fake emotion/
when I open my eyes I'm swimming in a black ocean/
her flesh, her body is my sexual void that's filled/
I'm guilty as charged and too broke to pay the bill/
*CHORUS
*VERSE 2
I pry my hands like the back of a hammer to a nail/
I couldn't pull away from her skin intentions running stale/
It felt like holding up a flower and letting it go/
in the wind Followed by my sin, throwing back a grin/
Ok its time to close and lock the door, I got the keys/
She grabs me by the right place, at the wrong time ya see/
she claims it's what she needs, she even says please/
licks and bites her lip as I give into the disease/8
I don't know if I want a cure, I think I'm sure/
it's crawling in my skin I kinda want the in-pure/
pelvis's moving like the salt water on the shore/
in Hawaii to the rhythm of a Beethoven score/12
I feel like a whore sharpening karmas teeth/
like they're butterfly knives and her lips are the sheath/
she wants to cleave though my sanity I can tell/
she wants me to bleed by the way that she breaths/16
*CHORUS
*VERSE 3
And I feel like we broke up and weren't even in a relationship/
your hands are taken and feel like a vacant spaceship/4
floated on infinite asking myself, are we there yet/
impatient a bad case of attention Deficit/
You wanted something more and I just couldn't provide it/
So close but the tide wasn't high enough for diving/8
You were the perfect idea like mariscos and lime/
And thats why we're here now, back in the same line/
Common Alcohol holds the grip on our minds/
Hoping in the car like no worries on the DUI/
That's why we stop now before the breath turns black/
And even though you took that dance you still looked back/
Cuz You know the game we played, but smiled at me different/
I liked it a lot but pretended that I didn't/
it was good that you left well I know we're still friends/
but I still know how you look underneath that dress/
So I miss the touch And I miss the skin/
I miss being friends with benefits/
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