1. |
Backseat Smoker
03:29
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Backseat smoker
Red eyes, chilled
Backseat smoker
Highway pimp
Backseat smoker
Scorched lungs, black
Backseat smoker
Life, with no regrets
Lights form a line, smoke is my breath
Relaxed to the max, still exhausted to death
Look out the window
Man, it feels like days
Take another toke and tap that ash in the tray
Windows down, cold air, lords of haze
Lost in fucking time and space
Fuck your shitty label
Fuck what everyone says
I just want the whole world
To kiss my ass
Tired of your bullshit
and your liveset sucks
Traded rock'n'roll for looks and fancy stuff
Backseat smoker
Kiss my ass
Backseat smoker
Fuck what everyone says
Backseat smoker
Kiss my ass
Cvlt fam
fuck your
crew damn
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2. |
Psychosis
02:47
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This time I fucked up real bad
A sad story 'bout a girl I met
Flashing colors, yellin' voices in my head
A torment I can no longer bear
All alone, but she was always there
(She was there)
Molly and Alice fooled around with me
Pull the trigger, what's it gonna fuckin' be?
This is the way my life goes
I got a girl named psycho
(Girl named psycho)
My brain and soul harmonize hardly
My inner self lost at that party
Desperately, tryin' to stay sane
I may be sober but
Never again the same
My psychological makeup
An inner nightmare, tryin' to make it stop
But I'm still chasing the rabbit
It's a rooted bad habit
Silently
Like a nighttime thief
I keep away from all this mess, she left
Left me with nobody to blame
Two years created a dimension of shame
Not really sure
If she blessed or cursed me with this
Is she my slave or is she my mistress?
As one problem solved another
Behind a paper shield I took cover
Back to the wall, guess I got stuck
If they open fire, then I guess I'm fucked
Back to the wall, guess I got stuck
If they open fire, then I guess I'm
FUCKED
Old enough to pay the bills
Old enough, forever walk the treadmill
Old enough to know the drill
Old enough to crush down the hill
Old enough to pay the bills
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3. |
Perp Walk
02:19
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Criminalized
'cause of the way I look
Treat me like a roach
Smash me like a bug
But I don't give a fuck
Even though my lack of luck
Innocence
Becomes guilt
The victim
Becomes perp
Taste this life
It's bitter
Taste this life
It's bitter
The pressure grows
Wait till we explode
Kill the pain
With drugs and liquor
Like a tumor
Anger gets bigger
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4. |
R.I.P.
04:35
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I try to scream, but my voice is cracking
Try to be strong, but my body's shaking
I try to change, but I ain't changing
No
It's tearing me apart
I should've known it from the start
I can't resist
I'm fucking pissed
Time for me to
Drop my cards
I blame myself, not my family
And I blame god, if he created me
For what it's worth, why do I even try
To break these walls with my piercing cries
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