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Mazda5 ft. Marinelli
02:12
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She spent seven years right beside me, stirring up feelings all up inside me.
(She spent seven years right beside me, she spent seven years right beside me)
Oh, everything makes me think of her lately. Dreaming of country-roads that could take me. (One-two-three-four)
I just miss my Mazda five.
Fucked up paint job Clementine.
I don’t really miss your hand in mine. I just miss my Mazda.
Please dear lord don’t pimp my ride. Keep your god-damn PS5.
I don’t really miss your hazy eyes.
I just miss my Mazda.
Breaking down on my birthday.
Zero to sixty by Thursday.
Really should have fixed my rear view.
I backed into my teacher at the drive-through.
Now she’s so banged up but I just can’t lie. (Oh fuck)
I just miss my Mazda five.
Fucked up paint job Clementine.
I don’t really miss your hand in mine. I just miss my Mazda.
Please dear lord don’t pimp my ride. Keep your god-damn PS5.
I don’t really miss your hazy eyes.
I just miss my Mazda.
I just miss my Mazda five.
Fucked up paint job Clementine.
I don’t really miss your hand in mine. I just miss my Mazda.
Please dear lord don’t pimp my ride. Keep your god-damn PS5.
I don’t really miss your hazy eyes.
I just miss my Mazda.
(Whoa hey Chuckles this is Earth)
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Madly ft. Lonely God
02:21
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I love it when you call me like I'ma call back
That's the only time I'ma give a reason for that
I don't think that we should talk 'cause every time it goes badly
Every time we try love, we fall madly
Black coffee's got me too focused
We made one rule and then we broke it
We nitpick lies until our teeth touch
But it don't mean much
Now I see that life don't come with kneepads
Scream and bleed 'til we scab
Living for the relapse
I love it when you call me like I'ma call back
That's the only time I'ma give a reason for that
I don't think that we should talk 'cause every time it goes badly
Every time we try love, we fall madly
I fly places just to leave them
I'll never stop running, I'll never face my demons
You're my layover, girl
The stop before the whole world
I didn't see it at the time, but I was too immature for you
(I talked down on you)
You beautiful thing
I know I walked a narrow line between a knife and a ring
And if it hadn't been for me, we'd have a really good thing
I think I cut you off just so the loss of love wouldn't sting
I love it when you call me like I'ma call back
That's the only time I'ma give a reason for that
I don't think that we should talk 'cause every time it goes badly
Every time we try love, we fall madly
Every time we try love, we fall madly
Every time we try love, we fall madly
Every time we try love
Every time we try love
Every time we try love, we fall madly
In four words: There's the brakes, kid
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Sweet Tooth
02:13
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You’re my sweet tooth cure all. (cure all)
I look stupid with a smile. Cause’ you’re my candy isle.
You’re my sweet tooth cure all. (cure all, cure all)
You’re my sweet tooth cure all. (cure all)
I look stupid with a smile. Cause’ you’re my candy isle.
You’re my sweet tooth cure all. (cure all, cure all, cure all, cure all)
Tastes like skittles with a cigarette.
Break me off a piece of something you’ll regret.
And if only I’d known I’d have taken the road less sugar coated. Cause the truth is I don’t mind.Is that such a crime?
You’re my sweet tooth cure all. (cure all, cure all)
I look stupid with a smile. Cause’ you’re my candy isle.
You’re my sweet tooth cure all. (cure all)
Everyday I wake up knowing Halloween just kept going for you.
For you. Everyday I wake up knowing Halloween just kept going for you.
For you. (cure all, cure all, cure all, cure all)
You’re my sweet tooth cure all. (cure all)I look stupid with a smile. Cause’ you’re my candy isle. You’re my sweet tooth cure all. (cure all)
Everyday I wake up knowing Halloween just kept go-
Tastes like skittles with a cigarette.
Break me off a piece of something you’ll regret. Tastes like skittles with a cigarette.
Break me off a piece of something you’ll regret.
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Kneepads
02:35
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Bitch move please I need to go fast.
Break hearts like a thirty meter dash.
My heart needs a set of knee pads.
I keep falling and it ain’t gon’ be my last.
No room. No table for two. I feel squeezed like the soles of my shoes, yeah.
Take a guess and guess again. I know that you think I’m a mess but that’s just really your friends.
Yeah I’m tryna’ skate real late. Don’t worry yeah just kill the breaks. No mistakes.
Or imma feel this all again in the mornin’. Yeah come sunrise imma be snorin’.
Bitch move please I need to go fast.
Break hearts like a thirty meter dash.
My heart needs a set of knee pads.
I keep falling and it ain’t gon’ be my last.
Two things I forgot to mention.
Who the fuck don’t bring a dish to the function.
And possibly these are my weaknesses all packaged into poetry.
What a shitty anthology I mean shit.
I love the way you talk about nothing at all.
I’m tryna work this out but it’s not your fault.
Bitch move please I need to go fast. (zoom zoom)
Break hearts like a thirty meter dash. (the olympics)
My heart needs a set of knee pads. (okay)
I keep falling and it ain’t gon’ be my last.
I love the way you talk about nothing at all.
I love the way you talk about nothing at all.
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Vin Diesel
02:40
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You said I drive slow on that quiet drive home
I told you I'm sorry
You chose not to hear me
Fast lane on the highway like you pull into your driveway
Life of the party
Why'd you invite me?
Oh, I could be your Vin
Oh, I could be your Vin Diesel if you only let me in
Oh, I could be yours
I've got nothing but time
I'm along for the ride
'Cause I just wanna be yours
I just wanna be yours
Slow down at the shoulder
Thinking you'd want to pull over and mess around
Yeah, the stars are out
You don't let me touch the stereo
So you could play some sad song I don't know
Said you could tell me how you feel
And you said, "Drive a little faster"
Oh, I could be your Vin
Oh, I could be your Vin Diesel if you only let me in
Oh, I could be yours
I've got nothing but time
I'm along for the ride
'Cause I just wanna be yours
I just wanna be yours
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Emily
02:51
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I'm not scared
Of a monster hiding under the stairs
I hear a knocking and I'm going down there
I'm not afraid anymore
Well, every creature's real nice
If you ask about the things she likes
Spooking strangers and smoking on pipes
I'm a stranger no more
To Emily
You'll always be a friend to me
You're more than just a ghost story
Emily
Well, I spent all day without her
But when it came to the witching hour
We'd go frolic in the flowers 'til my feet sure need a shower
Leave a few by the mausoleum
Hope your friends come out to see 'em
On a night like no other
Just another story for under the covers
Oh, Emily
You'll always be a friend to me
You're more than just a ghost story
Emily
I'm not scared
Kinda like the monster under the stairs
I hear a knocking and I know she's down there
And I'm not lonely no more
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I'm on the run from Maryland
My Mazda full of skeletons
And I'll find a place, we'll all move in
Give it a year, do it again
Did I catch you at a bad time?
There's a Blood Moon out and not a cloud in sight
But you said you weren't feeling right
And not much more
Whisper a question, then make me ask it
You can be the case and I'll be the basket
Five speed thoughts, but talking's automatic
You need a chaperone, I need a casket
You know I always love a ride in a hearse
I'll sit in shotgun if I don't die first
Yeah, every time I try to talk to you
I get like this, I get the graveyard blues
I stop believing in the friend-zone
I know some things about you that your closest friends don't
Love to meet your parents, but I'd hate to go to Fresno
Looks like you're still going, I'm going to be a no-show
Whisper a question, then make me ask it
You can be the case and I'll be the basket
Five speed thoughts, but talking's automatic
You need a chaperone, I need a casket
You know I always love a ride in a hearse
I'll sit in shotgun if I don't die first
Yeah, every time I try to talk to you
I get like this, I get the graveyard blues
Whisper a question, then make me ask it
You can be the case and I'll be the basket
Five speed thoughts, but talking's automatic
You need a chaperone, I need a casket
On her birthday, she got Cassidy and I a guitar
And I notice, um, she's feeling good about it
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9. |
Marshmallow Moons
01:35
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There's only blue
Marshmallow moons
No red balloons
Or shooting stars
There's only blue
Marshmallow moons
No red balloons
Or shooting stars
In my bowl this evening
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