1. |
Why Bother?
03:11
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Waking up alone in this giant fucking bed
Wishing to god that I was already dead
Don't you feel it? Oh yeah, I feel it!
I'm finally starting to feel something
Don't you feel it? Oh yeah, I feel it!
I'm finally starting to feel something
Walking down the street with my eyes on the prize
Looking to score and I won't be denied
Oh, when I get it... Oh, once I get it...
I finally scratch the itch that's been killing me
Oh, when I get it... Oh, once I get it...
I finally scratch the itch that's been killing me
My head is stuck in the clouds
My heart is pounding through my chest
I swear I'm doing in my best
Why bother? Why do you bother?
Why bother? Why do you bother?
My head is stuck in the clouds
My heart is pounding through my chest
I swear I'm doing in my best
Why bother? Why do you bother?
Why bother? Why do you bother?
Why bother? Why do you bother?
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2. |
Happy Fucking Whatever
04:57
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I can't unfuck my mind
And you seem to think it's fine
And I wanna rewind the last 10 years of my life
Yeah, that's right
Happy fucking whatever
Here's to nothing at all
We all gotta die someday
You might as well enjoy the fall
Ain't that right?
I bloomed too late
But still can't keep it straight
And I'm stuck in a cycle of hate that I'm having some trouble trying to break
Am I too late?
Happy fucking whatever
Here's to nothing at all
We all gotta die someday
You might as well enjoy the fall
Ain't that right?
Happy fucking whatever
To hell with misery
Cause the world just isn't as good
If it ain't got you and me
Ain't that right?
Happy fucking whatever
Here's to nothing at all
We all gotta die someday
You might as well enjoy the fall
Ain't that right?
Happy fucking whatever
To hell with misery
Cause the world just isn't as good
If it ain't got you and me
Ain't that right?
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3. |
Coming Undone
03:56
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So float your theories to me
Open your insides so we can see
I bet you're on to something good
And you're just misunderstood
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming undone
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming undone
Tell me how this came to be
Your sheltered life and never passing on what's free
You know you don't mean well
It's just a lie you have to tell
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming undone
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming undone
I'm coming un-, I'm coming undone
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming undone
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming undone
I'm coming un-, I'm coming undone
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4. |
Call in Dead
01:40
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I ditched my job to sleep in again
Couldn't bear the thought of work so I called in dead
You gotta learn to shed all the shame you feel
You'll get the hang of it, just take this pill
You said, "don't worry, I got it all worked out
I'll put in my forty years till I burn out
Can't you see I have it under control? Not gonna
Live my life in a debt-hole"
How's that working out for you?
How's it working out?
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5. |
Adequate
01:48
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Run, run away and live to die another day
And wait, you'll wait for me
We'll watch the earth sink into the sea
These are the days
These are the days that decide
These are the ways
These are the ways we die
What do I want more? To live long or to settle the score?
Yeah, you'll wait. You'll wait for me
We'll watch the earth sink into the sea
These are the days
These are the days that decide
These are the ways
These are the ways we die
Woah. Yeah
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6. |
Copy and Paste
02:38
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Copy and paste other thoughts as your own
A tower of lies that you call home
A hymn from your youth to make your ears bleed
A new flag to fly that everyone can see
I moved in the house down the street
And I locked the door so we'd never meet
But I met your mom and I met your dad
I wish to God that I never had
Copy copy copy
Paste paste paste
One of these days, you will be replaced
Tic-tock tic-tock tic-tock
Explode
One of these days, you will die alone
Copy and paste other lines over time
Throw into an essay of your so-called life
Repeating the words till there's no meaning there
Just meaningless prose for your mouth to share
Again and again the offer is hard to beat
Doing tedious work till you're covered with a sheet
We're tired of it all, we need another plan
Gather all the fools cause the shit has hit the fan
Copy copy copy
Paste paste paste
One of these days, you will be replaced
Tic-tock tic-tock tic-tock
Explode
One of these days, you will die alone
Die alone
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7. |
My Shit
01:55
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Hey, motherfucker how ya been?
Did you get my message on LinkedIn?
I sent some shit you rally outta hear
It's the motherfucking song of the year
So here I am just wasting my life again
I'm counting back from ten
My shit's the best shit
Have you heard my shit yet?
My shit's the best shit
Have you heard my shit yet?
Hey, motherfucker what's up next?
You gonna say you missed my text?
I'm looking forward to your call
So you can explain it all
So here I am just wasting my life again
I'm counting back from ten
My shit's the best shit
Have you heard my shit yet?
My shit's the best shit
Have you heard my shit yet?
My shit's the best shit
Have you heard my shit yet?
My shit's the best shit
Have you heard my shit yet?
My shit's the best shit
My shit's the best shit
My shit's the best shit
My shit's the best shit... it is
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8. |
Give Em' What They Want
04:20
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I'm learning to embrace all my enemies
Cause making friends is just too hard for me
I'm waking up, but I'm still asleep
I'm getting there, but I'm dragging my feet
Let's slow it down, and give em what they want
Something they can nod off to
Let's sell our souls, just to book a show
A pound of flesh so we can hit the road
Tell me now is what you'd thought it'd be
Living life on a mission to people-please
Planting seeds to grow money on trees
Chop it down and bring people to their knees
Let's slow it down, and give em what they want
Something they can nod off to
Let's sell our souls, just to book a show
A pound of flesh so we can hit the road
Living life like you got nothing to do
Living life like you got nothing to lose
I'm learning to embrace all my enemies
Cause making friends is just too hard for me
I'm waking up, but I'm still asleep
I'm getting there, but I'm dragging my feet
Living life like you got nothing to do
Living life like you got nothing to lose
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