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Tell Them
02:06
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[Tell Em] Tell em I'll tell em for free
Tell em they better not speak
Telegraph punches'll fall at my feet
I can see further than telescopes reach
Show off intelligence, definitely
I'm an ineffable Telamon - Greek
I'm no terrestrial, tell of a G
OD searching for peaks. No, please
No pleas- no pleas-
No pleasing us
Sooner or later we'll see
I do not fret it, I just yell fuck it
I will be dust before the Earth's done
I'm over heads and over my budget
I'm spending nothing. I spent months bugging
Who are you talking to? Call out in public
I'm missing buses, sending my love since
I don't have time to spend with my loved ones
[Tell Em] I'm in love with who I'm coming with my posse's sick
So watch your shoes. What watch you wear? Don't ever care, I'm watching this
Rudest when I'm happy. Right now, man, I'm talking, shhh
No talk, no talk, no talk. I get chatty when I rock a hit
Who are they talking to? Me?
Better not be, better not be
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2. |
Lost For Words
04:02
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It’s party time in that summer sun
Everybody’s having their funky fun
Ain’t a grumpy one when the grumpy’s on
Take it down take it down take it down now
When the tricks are slick and you kick the air
— Bust a flip like you just don’t care
The wind winds through your hippy hair
Let it down let it down let it down now
Never gave a fuck where we were going
Never took a look where the flow was flowing
But the sun has sunk and the summer’s done
The drummers drum with a rum-pa-tum
It’s dark — no time for a minute
No time for a breath ’til
You’re thrown back in it
That spark — those light’s all spinning
It’s time to get it on now
Get it on
Cause summer’s come and summer’s almost gone
The melody you’re playing hits a note you’ve never heard you’re
Lost for words
Get it on
Cause summer’s come and summer’s almost gone
The melody you’re playing hits a note you’ve never heard you’re
Lost for words
They’re out, the parrafinatics are at it
Their antics attracting the masses that pass
Shout — the magic that hangs in the crashes
I bask in the flashes the night filled with ash
They dance — building a furnace, a frenzy
The fire folk are up to their fairy affairs
Trance — awaiting an order all eyes are
Awash with an aura that hangs in the air
(Get it) get it on
Cause summer’s come and summer’s gone
(Get it) get it on and you’re
Lost for words
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Get Rid
02:32
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Still in the South, hear the South in my beat
Hear the rasp in my voice, hear police in my street
Hear the sound of the South from my mouth when I speak
I'm an awful fool, never half-assed, pessimistic
Apologetic, and... nah, forget it
I don't feel like telling these strangers who the hell I is
When my friends look at me like "who the hell is this?"
-- -- As if you didn't know
If everyone would listen to me I'd be printing notes
-- -- sicker than these average cats
Stick 'em up like fur, take their purrs if that cat is fat
That's that, and other final sentiments
Dedicate my track to these adults on their sedatives
-- Every day it's evident
They queue around the block at 9 o'clock for their medicine
Still in the South, hear the South in my beat
Hear the rasp in my voice, hear police in my street
Hear the sound of the South from my mouth when I speak
Speak
[Loves] They say I like when I speak
[His] What am I like when I speak?
[Own] They say I like when I speak
[Voice] Nah, I love when I speak
Huffing and puffing despite myself
I don't love another thing beside myself
I don't have another thing beside my health
And I'm trying to get rid of that
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