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Get Ur Freak On 2K13
03:35
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These problems are yours, you can't deny it. No use playing dumb, so don't even try it; he who makes his bed also must burn the mattress. So, you equivocate and make up excuses (which no one believes) so that's fucking useless. Don't answer calls, don't EVEN bother hanging out.
That falls on me. I should've known better, I should've done better. And everyone can see that half drunk apologies make none of this better.So, excuse me, I'm tabbing out and hanging outside by myself.
No use pointing fingers in a room full of mirrors.
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Lacking of decency; some social skills that don't exist. Don't even worry though, because I think I get the schtick: get on a keyboard on the internet and act like dicks! Go on and on and on an on how nothing's fixed. You're acting 16, but you're nearly fucking 26. Industrial Collapse? Your parents fucking pay your rent.
Talking about smashing the state? are you still in 11th grade? your life was handed on a silver plate, and don't forget it. I know it's not my place, I'll moonwalk out of your way. LPs by Trial are great, but you're a dickhead.
So yeah, I get it. Got it. Good on that. I'll keep my mouth shut, I'm a dirtbag who's just sad and fat, who'd rather hangout by himself than have to deal with that.
What's there left to fucking say that Charles Bronson hasn't already said better anyway? Rich crusties shall pay. Acura excursions home to wallow in snide naievty.
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(Tom Co)Burnout
01:37
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What the fuck? can we stop equivocating? Honesty's everyone's problem here lately, and I'm not guilt free; I know that you hate me. My bad.
Friendships sinking faster than cement shoes in this red state. Lost in debate over who we can and cannot tolerate. I can't relate.
And have you talked to me lately? No luck on growing up, and piled up late fees, no fucking outlets. A 19 year brainfreeze til now.
We come from the land of the rascal scooter, luxury sedans with zero commuters. We've no public transit between. Our Summer's devoid of moisture and green. And between all the shit's politicians are spewing, stereotypes that we live continue to brew and it makes for one ugly scene.
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Excuse me, could you please control your fucking baby? Not to seem rude, but you're a terrible parent and I hate the service industry.
That's okay, I'll either die in this apron behind a register, or take my own life. I'm not selling out. I am giving in.
Don't tempt me with the .55 you tipped me you cheapskate. I'd rather you just short me. I hope you see someone that you live die.
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So they say, things can only get better. So they say, never give in... but the last four years that I've lived have left me kind of bitter. I bet those motherfuckers have never seen this kind of rut.
It's a fickle bastard: these first world problems like driving to work alone in my car. I could probably make solid arguments to justify the naps I've taken at bars.
So they say, you're better alone. So they say, learn to forgive. But I see no fucking point at this time the present, when I can't even find a marginal reason to live.
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Hair 2day, Goon 2morrow
02:49
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Got the text at about 11, couldn't believe what it said. Instead, drank alone with a circle of friends. You did things in your own way. You swallowed lead on that black friday. Left us in this shitty church burying our friend.
I've seen it before, and I'll see it again. Another missed phone call and another dead friend. What's to say? (Nothing, because you're gone.) Tried three years to write this fucking song.
And so it goes: taped up boxes, tears, and formal clothes. and I'm just waiting on disaster, I'm always waiting on the next one. Put my hands on my temples and pretend it's 2003.
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Pantera Sucks
03:02
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Questions that annoy about airbag deployment aren't as bad as these chipped fucking teeth, but when houses go missing? My life's way better. and I shouldn't say one fucking thing when there's umanned drone strikes, cleft lips and underbites, dubstep, and sex trafficking. What fucking difference about how my day went gives these problems some kind of "defined meaning"?
I'm running out of ways to lie about not being miserable. I don't see this getting better, not even in years. The shakes are all better but the every day nightmare is worsening. I feel like pushing mongo off the closest pier (2000 miles away from here.)
Nothing that I say is going to chip away that simple fact that I'm one privileged idiot. But don't just take it from me, give me 2 shots, and you'll see there's a point and I'm probably missing it between the dumb shit coworkers say. I trip over replies every day to give some kind of impression I'm still listening, but all that I can think about is putting a gun inside my mouth and never sitting behind a keyboard again.
It doesn't get better, no, nothing gets better. We just learn to stomach the bullshit.
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she doesn't like me,she doesn't like me,she doesn't like me cuz my belly
she doesn't like me,she doesn't like me,she doesn't like me cuz im smelly
Maybe ill OD on burgers and fries
I guess you were right
Im not fit for your life
Maybe ill piss away and die
or have another burger and fries
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Not-So-Old Yeller
01:38
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I know you're probably saying something, but my head's inside the oven. I can't hear. I've just spent 20 years looking for a lesson just to learn it isn't here. A sad cycle of depression thrives on Netflix, shame, and shitty three point beer. There's no Cheap Wine of Youth in this Stray Dog Town, just butt rock, that's pretty clear.
I don't foresee this panning out, I'm out to pasture. Fucking shoot me in the face. Or push your fingers through my eyeballs. Teach me respect. Fucking put me in my place, or else I fucking rot forgotten behind a desk while I collect my fucking wage. Until the light drips from my eyelids, then I collapse and roll right over in the grave.
I don't expect you to get it, cause you don't fucking get it and you never will.
Shoot me in the face.
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DIWhite Trash
03:22
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I guess you'll get what you want out of this. I know you wish that I didn't exist. Just know despite shitty remarks you make, I'll be laughing my way to the bank.
Sitting here in my room getting drunk by myself. Save the lectures about how this behavior won't help, and mind your own fucking business. Appreciate that I'm not making excuses.
Despite the fact that I have no idea what I'm doing, I can hear your remarks over the booing. I figured that out, ascertained with the absence of doubt. Every flaw you tore apart two years ago I swear on pizza and weed I'm improving.
So at this point, moving on's all I have left. It's more fiscally responsible than trying to drink myself to death. How's that for "economics"? Lost my train of thought//try not to vomit.
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