1. |
Problem Apple
03:31
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That's about the point
I started to stop
I wanna make beautiful art
Come from my brain
But it gets stuck
I wanna be a promise
Or something to resolve
I wanna be a problem
Can't you see it in my eyes?
I'm a thousand miles away
And I am still not satisfied
If I find my way back home to you
Will things still be alright?
I'll put my money on it all
That's about the point
I started to stop (I started to stop)
I wanna make beautiful art
Come from my brain
But it gets stuck
I wanna be a promise
Or someone to resolve
I wanna be a problem
Can't you see it in my eyes?
I'm a thousand miles away
And I am still not satisfied
If I find my way back home to you
Will things still be alright?
I put my money on it all
I put my money on it all
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2. |
Dope (Fixing)
04:23
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Maybe I'll pretend
Maybe I won't
I'm already fixing
For a little dope
I want things to work out
Just as they always have
Work out
'Cause it's all I have
So give me a reason
I know you always do
But I need a better explanation
I know it's not right to wash over me
Don't go take my violin
I need to stay awake
To stop the violence in your brain
Maybe I'll tell you
Maybe I'll lie
Things I feel right now (Things I feel right now)
I'll feel 'til I die (I'll feel 'til I die)
I want you to notice (I want you to notice)
When I need you to
But how could you notice (How could you notice)
What I keep from you?
So give me a reason
I know you always do
But I need a better explanation
'Cause I know it's not fair
To you or to me
Don't go take my violin
I need to stay awake
To stop the violence in your brain
Let me live the memories in your head
Put me in a scene that I could not forget
If you wish to wake before your dream is dead
Let me go
With each of your breaths
And become like lightning on the hill
Or a TV lighting up a motel
Do as you will
And I will do so as well
Ahh
So give me a reason
So give me a reason
(Screaming)
(Reason)
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3. |
Doctor Smirnoff
04:12
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I hope all of my friends
Are happy and healthy in the end
And I won't do anything out of love
If I don't mean it enough
Times that I've had a friend
In a singular sense
It feels boxed in
And I would do anything to share my love
In the same way
With everyone
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4. |
Stare In Contest
03:57
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Held within these walls
Counting cracks on their faces
(I) Stare in contest
Never yielding
I'm alone where you can find me
Expert lies keep me inside
You don't have to fear tonight
You're above the law
(Woah, ohh)
(Woah, ohh)
Walls could talk
Just give 'em lips
Photos don't know what the memory is
Take a look at the room
That's all it is
It'll never be this real again
And what I know
Is worth a thousand word's worth
Of burning pictures
Depicting nothing
If you ask me
I can tell you
So just ask me
If you ask me
I can tell you
I was miserable here
You can see it on my face
(But it's not the time) No, it's not the time
Nor quite the place (Not the place)
To be making these mistakes
I'm not feeling too level-headed right now
I might take a couple thousand seconds
To get my thoughts down
And regret it
Woah, ahh
Woah, ahh
And regret it, oh
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5. |
Willow Smith
04:08
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I wanna be vegetarian
So I can show all my cool new friends
That I can stand for something big
And solid enough to stand on
I wanna be a silver thread
Attached to a thespian's giant head
Who masters the spoons like Willow Smith
So I can amount to something
I wanna say I'm new to this
But I've been played out like a compact disc
Now I think I've got it
Well, mostly the gist
Now it's losing its grip on me
I wanna be a sycophant
So I can wear out all the latest trends
'Til the bandwagon leaves me for dead
In the middle of fucking nowhere
I wanna say I've heard of this
But I've only heard a version of it
I think I've got most of the gist
Now it's tightening its grip on me
Now I'm steadily losing sleep
I wanna say I'm waking up
From a bad, bad dream about washing up
Bury every memory of speaking up
If you don't want to let your voice down
(Screaming)
I can break the pattern
I could make it better if I wanted
But I don't
Is that honest enough?
I think I'm starting to get it
At least starting to regret it
There's things and consequences manifesting now
And there's nothing I can do
How could I say I've had enough?
I'm a little worse for wear
One eye shut
My bloodshot, Rorschach corneas
Welling up with the blur I choked out
I think I'm starting to feel it
I'm guided by the wind
Of backlit deeds that I have done
Am I making it up?
I think I'm making it up
Am I making it all up?
(I was running fucking fast in the wrong direction)
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