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To Be Buried By History
01:29
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Baseball Fury
02:42
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There’s so much to talk about, I don’t wanna chat about
If they’re so cool then why they frontin’
If you’re so cool then tell me something
I can’t talk got shit to say, my dead eyes are a give away
Blame it on a million reasons
Narrow down and call it treason
Asked my good friend the commander, but he didn’t have the answer
My mother would correct my grammar
But she can’t correct what’s happened
Now I can’t look in the eyes, of family, friends or passers by
If you’re so cool then tell me something
How can you correct nothing?
Thieves and rats while they come strapped
We break through trends with baseball bats
And lion tongues with fists of glory
Smash the scene become the story
Where d’you see them? On T.V.
They’re chattin’ shit constantly
I take the bat and break the set
With iron-willed suffragettes
Say ‘I’m just a memory, lost and decayed’
But I see your hand and know what you’re going to play
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3. |
Cotchin'
00:58
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4. |
Vicodin On The Greyhound
01:04
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5. |
Tulued's Interlude
00:35
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8. |
Floundering (Demo)
03:37
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Spraffin you're the one
And one of these days
I will tell you to your face and then
I'll whisk you away
'cause Spraffin you're the one
And one of these days
I will tell you to your face and then
I'll whisk you away
But Spraffin you're so young
And I'm going grey
I can't even tell what right
And what's wrong these days
But Spraffin you're so young
And I'm going grey
I can't even tell what right
And what's wrong these days
I tried climbing mountains but it seemed to tough
And I'm always one to settle for the easier stuff
Without a map, no road, no clue
I won't get far and I don't know what to do
'cause Spraffin you're the one
And one of these days
I will tell you to your face and then
I'll whisk you away
But Spraffin you're so young
And I'm going grey
I can't even tell what right
And what's wrong these days
I tried climbing mountains but it seemed to tough
And I'm always one to settle for the easier stuff
Without a map, no road, no clue
I won't get far and I don't know what to do
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9. |
When It Rains It Pours
02:41
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10. |
Girl, This My Song!
00:55
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11. |
Winter
02:47
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I was on a train, got off
Now waiting for the bus
All the while
Hoping that the rain would stop
Pouring down on us
And it can be a pain
When you’re soaked to the bone
Cause this aint California
Here it’s frozen like snow
So you just keep your head down
And you watch where you look
While you keep account of everything
In your mental book
With a wry grin or frown
Feeling up or beat down
It doesn’t matter anymore
Cause you don’t hear a sound
And all across the city
See a million different faces
From a thousand different places
Of a hundred different races
And they all have somewhere tonight they’ve got to go
So you just climb up the stairs and rest your head against the window, cause…
Nothing’s going right but it’ll be all right
Cause one of these nights we’re gonna set the town alight
Just think about it, think straight
Think straight, no baits
No baits, in ting
We can do our own thing
Just think about it, think straight
We can go our own way
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12. |
To Be Buried By Future
00:56
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