1. |
Bad Habits
02:53
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Stop, ya done locked up now
Took a wrong turn somewhere go back around
Now I'm shakin', my hearts racin'
I got a couple bad habits locked up in the basement
Took a Tesla for a quick joy ride
We didn't stop for hours now we kickin' it in overdrive
Empathetic, numb, electric
Seems to me that we are always
Always lettin' our sins turn into bad habits
Always lettin' our sins turn into bad habits
Feels good to be bad
But we been there and we done that
Always lettin' our sins turn into bad habits
Always lettin' our sins turn into bad habits
Let's talk, baby I don't bite
Claim to be alright despite internal moral fist fights
Deviate, start with a clean slate,
Better get it straight, moderate, or else
Checkmate!
Stop, and unclench our jaws
There's a monster in the mirror with some big sharp claws
Got us wrong, we're not outlaws
Ya can't perform a search without a probable cause
Always lettin' our sins turn into bad habits
Always lettin' our sins turn into bad habits
Feels good to be bad
But we been there and we done that
Always lettin' our sins turn into bad habits
Always lettin' our sins turn into bad habits
Always lettin' our sins turn into bad habits
Always lettin' our sins turn into bad habits
Feels good to be bad
But we been there and we done that
Always lettin' our sins turn into bad habits
Always lettin' our sins turn into bad habits
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2. |
Rat Fight
03:54
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Feel like I been hibernating
I been waiting and watching
And listening, stop talking, start walking
We got somewhere to be
Places to see and brand new faces to meet
Yeah, there's a place down the street
Couple blocks and a mind frame away where my homeboy stays
Introduced me to the groove, unglued me, renewed me, improved me
I think I've been enlightened
Yeah, I might have
Cuz this melody is tight and it goes
(Na na na na)
I got to go
Where the wind blew, yesterday
I got to go
Wherever, now or never, yeah whatever
I got to go
To Jupiter on Mother's Day
I got to go
To battle with a manta ray
I got to go
To blue skies and hazel eyes and Sunday mornings
I got to go
Where music feeds the honey bees
I got to go
Where the sun sets out in the east
I got to go
Wherever this feather carries me
It's days like these, make me believe
There's magic everywhere around me
It's underneath my skin and leaves me when I breathe
And in my dreams
I'm made of music, so I use it
Spread my message, tell my truth
It's just for you, wrapped up in ribbons
In a gift box filled with rhythm
Can you dig it? Can't you feel it in your bones?
It feels like home, so cozy, warm and toasty
Yeah this bass controls me, yeah our flow be
Building slowly, listen closely
I got a lot to say, sometimes I write it into poetry
And then we write a beat to tell the story like it's meant to be
The music's like a friend to me, it's energy that takes me where I got to go
I got to go
Where the skyline's a painted picture
I got to go
Where it's Saturday night all the time
I got to go
To Neverland every other weekend
I got to go
Cuz I got payed vacation time
I got to go
Where the rhythm drips like syrup down my fingertips
I got to go
Where ideas shine like diamonds, every single one
I got to go
Next Tuesday, see a show with Lucy
I got to go
Yeah I just payed rent yesterday
I got to go
To the party, it's at Marty's, starts at 7
I got to go
Where tomorrow never is today
I got to go
Where the streets are paved with happy endings
I got to go
Where angels take their summer break
I got to go
To meet this guy I know down by the redline
I got to go
And chase that salty summer breeze
I got to go
Where heartbreak tastes like cotton candy
I got to go
Where the beat feels like it's taking me
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3. |
String Theory
03:42
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Was a time when the grass was greener
And a place where the streets were cleaner
somewhere out in another dimension
we were never really paying attention
somewhere out in another dimension
we were never really paying attention
somewhere out in another dimension
we were never really paying attention
remember when I crashed the Monte Carlo?
Down the shoulder so slow to Cicero
Met a couple fellow fiends in the ghetto
(can you fix this?)
fixed us right up for a debt that we still owe
(pay you right back)
somewhere out in another dimension
we were never really paying attention
somewhere out in another dimension
we were never really paying attention
somewhere out in another dimension
we were never really paying attention
somewhere out in another dimension
we were never really paying attention
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4. |
Homemade Hand Grenades
03:51
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Light up a cigarette, yeah I’m a ticking time bomb
Red flags going up, yeah police on my front lawn
Hey jack, get off my back
What is it I have that you want?
Stray cats chasing rats off Pulaski and Belmont
Homemade Hand Grenades, just run away to San Juan
Sunbathed, lost in space, I’ll board a train and then I’m gone
Self made, let’s play charades and let me guess where you come from,
Broken glass, sassafras, if no one asks just play along
Homemade hand grenades, just run away to San Juan
Sunbathed, lost in space, I’ll board a train and then I’m gone
Light up a cigarette, yeah I’m a ticking time bomb
Red flags going up, yeah police on my front lawn
Hey jack, get off my back
What is it I have that you want?
Stray cats chasing rats off Pulaski and Belmont
Homemade Hand Grenades, just run away to San Juan
Sunbathed, lost in space, I’ll board a train and then I’m gone
Self made, let’s play charades and let me guess where you come from,
Broken glass, sassafras, if no one asks just play along
Homemade hand grenades, just run away to San Juan
Sunbathed, lost in space, I’ll board a train and then I’m gone
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5. |
Hallways
03:43
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The judges fall deaf and the leaders, they're all blind
That god of yours ain't no father of mine,
Hear no, see no, speak no truth
Ya better start runnin' cuz they're comin' for you
We kicked, we screamed, we cried, we bled,
Didn't hear what I thought you said,
Did you ever say their names out loud?
Did you ever say their
Did you ever
Did you ever
Did you ever say their names out loud?
Did you ever say their
Did you ever
Did you ever
Just like gypsies, sold our souls for dimes
Funny how that was twice their value at the time
Hear no, see no, speak no lies
Lowest of the low and the highest of the high
We ran, we hid, until sunrise
And didn't really care if we lived or died
Did you ever say their names out loud?
Did you ever say their
Did you ever
Did you ever
Did you ever say their names out loud?
Did you ever say their
Did you ever
Did you ever
Did you ever
Did you ever ever
Hear, no, see no, speak no negativity
'Horror Show's a nice way too describe what we were livin'
We hit the track, play back, rewind
Can't take it back but we can do it right this time
Did you ever say their names out loud?
Did you ever say their
Did you ever
Did you ever
Did you ever say their names out loud?
Did you ever say their
Did you ever
Did you ever
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6. |
Graveyard Season
03:39
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Here in the city it's graveyard season
Woke up late and I'm stressed for no reason
Don't let the dark in it's so deceiving
Open the windows let's let the breeze in!
Easy to get stuck in graveyard season
To get stuck in graveyard season
To get stuck in graveyard season
To get stuck in this graveyard
Things could be much worse, yeah they really could
Cardboard cut outs, we were livin' gritty
Beggars in the streets yeah, sittin' pretty
Warriors in the depths of the city
(x2)
Easy to get stuck in graveyard season
To get stuck in graveyard season
To get stuck in graveyard season
To get stuck in this graveyard
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7. |
Money Off the Trip
02:27
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(Intro)
Hello Future,
You can either be a shining example or a terrible reminder
Money off the trip
We're makin money off the trip
Listen to my lips we're makin money off the trip
Money off the trip
We're makin money off the trip
Better get a grip we're makin money off the trip
A colleague needs a favor of a real specific nature
Contacted my curator to confirm he had the flavor
So we drove on down to windy town and homeboy gave the runaround
I always tax, sit back, relax and appreciate it later
Money off the trip
We're makin money off the trip
Listen to my lips we're makin money off the trip
Money off the trip
We're makin money off the trip
Better get a grip we're makin money off the trip
I got masses of cashes
Mary Jane and acid
Always get ya trashed in a timely fashion
I'm a novice connoisseur, I'm a filthy no good doer
Makin money off the trip cuz I'm a winner, you a loser
I make deals you won't refuse cuz every sinner rolls the dice
Your convenience is my ticket and my patience is your price
Man, I'm right around the corner and you already called my twice
Man, I never pay for nothin'
It almost don't feel right
Money off the trip
We're makin money off the trip
Listen to my lips we're makin money off the trip
Money off the trip
We're makin money off the trip
Better get a grip we're makin money off the trip
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8. |
Slow Motion
02:53
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Leaving quickly, take it slow
Everything is perfect, can we just slow down?
Do ya know how far this goes?
Do ya know how far this goes?
Leaving quickly, take it slow
Everything is perfect, can we just slow down?
Do ya know how far this goes?
Do ya know how far this goes?
Do ya know how
Do ya know how
Do ya know how
Far this goes?
Do ya know how
Do ya know how
Do ya know how
Far this goes?
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9. |
Satan's Lunchbox
03:46
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Alright, alright, hello.
We're a city block's worth of news and a dollars worth of sense.
What do you think you'd find in Satan's lunchbox?
Who wrote the story that we're all a little part of?
Do we have a purpose, or are we just here for fun?
Satan's got a lunchbox, inside he's got a handgun.
We ran, he walked
The door's unlocked
He aimed and cocked
Bullseye, good shot! (x4)
What do you think you'd find at the center of the sun?
Could be molten lava or a world we'd only dreamed of.
So is it all a game? Because I feel like you been playin' dumb.
I'll just throw some punches - not allowed to own a handgun.
Doesn't matter - could be anybody.
What's the matter? Don't you find it funny?
Look, they've scattered - everybody's running.
Hurry, faster, can't fight back so
We ran, he walked
The door's unlocked
He aimed and cocked
Bullseye, good shot! (x4)
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10. |
Pale Blue Dot
03:48
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