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It's two in the morning
My beeper's going off
I'm naked, i roll over
Enough is enough
These bitches always calling me
Morning, noon, and night
Gladys and Rhonda
Darlene, she is tight, right
What can i say
They can't stay away
From the best cock on the block today
It's eternally hard
It's eternally hard
I've got five different sizes, shapes and colors
Come over and try me, i am like no other
You like 'em real big
I got a GMC brand
You like 'em little
I got a mini pickle
I aim to satisfy i aim to please
Just give me some booty that i can squeeze
What can i say
They can't stay away
From the best cock on the block today
It's eternally hard
It's eternally hard
Aw, shit! it's Darlene
I know it by the code
I was s'posed to meet her an hour ago
She said baby bring the big one
But i left it with Brooke
My dick, it's like chick bait
One bite and they're hooked
What can i say
They can't stay away
From the best cock on the block today
It's eternally hard
It's eternally hard
So i'm headed to Darlene's and i get distracted
Got my eye right on her block
And then I slacked it
Slid down to the girl on the bench sippin' water
She leaned in, licked her lips like i was on her
She said "ooh, you're one of dem girly men
Well, i need more man in my men
We could meet next week
We could be great friends....
Nah see i'm a lady lover
I'm a lady leaver
Just one taste and you'll be a believer
So girl take that
My dick's so big
i don't even have to pack
See i'm just a little girl boy
Trying to make my way in a man's world
I'm just a little girl boy
Trying to make my way in a man's world
So I gotta go
Got my 40 and my lucky extra firm dildo
From the D to the I to the L to the DO
What can i say
They can't stay away from the best cock
On the block today
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2. |
Traffic
05:07
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This is the point
Where the eye and I don't meet
This is the point
That spells defeat
I have watched your un-love
Written like tabloids
That I had to stumble on
buying my food
There you were
Unfolded in headlines and horror
I love all those bits of you
I love all those bits of you
On the hardwood floor
Where the bird imitates our fighting
You turn the golf show on
To avoid my crying
You cup your arm to care
Where the hurt went in
Why does it hurt
Complications of leftover racisms
Why does it hurt
You start the road trip off with accusations
Why does it
Feel like i've been run over in traffic
Scratching in the dust of someone's leaving
Punches in my gut
Oh look i'm bleeding
Not for you, for me this time, this time
Not for you, for me
This time
Just for the record, there is no record
That's the problem
There is no "this is what you said"
That's already gone
All we have are our love
And our guts baby
All we have are our love
And our guts baby
They're all over the road
You don't know the difference
Between anger and pissed off
One is doing and one is feeling
One is doing and one is feeling
And i'm feeling
I'm feeling
I feel like i've been run over in traffic
Scratching in the dust of someone's leaving
Punches in my gut
Oh look i'm bleeding
Not for you, for me this time, this time
Not for you, for me
This time
I need to be healed
I need to be healed
Just saying it does it
Just smashing it crushes it
Just loving it douses it
Just saying it does it
Just smashing it crushes it
Just loving it douses it
Just loving it douses it
It feels like i've been run over in traffic
Scratching in the dust of someone's leaving
Punches in my gut
Oh look I'm bleeding
Not for you, for me this time, this time
Not for you, for me
This time
Not for you, for me
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3. |
Scrap Metal
06:03
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How do i feel
Its funny you should ask
I stopped looking then just crashed
Everything shattered, including the light
Much never mattered, nothing was right
No coincidence was today the day she breezed in
Reality said 'catch me' and instead got smashed in
All over the intersection with our love note lasts
I stopped looking and then just crashed
I stopped looking and then just crashed
What was that was that me
What was that was that me
What just hit me like a ton
Just when you think you're done
being shown
I know three seconds before me
and one behind
We'd still be flying at 65
But something just hit me
like every fatal shoulda been
It shoulda been me in your eyes
I wanna go down on you
drive my fingers round on you
open four lanes wide with you
get high with you, just lie with you
Roll down the road with you
space grows with you
get high with you, just lie with you
Put your hands on my wheel
ask me how i feel
I'll space out no doubt
I gotta work that one
work that one out
I can't find it without collision
You're seeing whats blocked from your vision
I am wrapped up in my van
I am wrapped up in my van
That I put her on the line
I take it as a sign
Something loud had to happen
New roads to be mapping
I'll give you light
where you give light
i'll give you weight
where you give weight
When you screamed
I didn;t have time to hit the breaks
You snap your head around
make sure im okay
You grab the registration
to see who has to pay
I'm a hazards-blinking fragmented mess
my house is a wreck, my love's an insect
All i can do is reflect
Everything shattered, including the light
Much never mattered, nothing was right
I let go and got trapped
This is just scrap
This is just scrap
This is just
scrap metal on the intersection making noise
I'm holding on to this wheel
like its the hardest thing I feel
Like highways are the markers
i can scratch on my correction with
Like it's a major road
i can just drive into protection with
I dream on all the downhills
I miss the wish
I hole the fills
I dress it up
and call it 'no frills'
My bones are jerked around
and it kills
I wanna blow this up
make it last
I wanna see how hard
it will smash
I wanna bang forces
Metaphorphis this
Metamorphosis
Metaphorphis this
Metamorphosis
I wanan rub my skin up and down
not head trip around and around
I wanna make songs
like they're a force full field
Like I could call on you
And you'd come singing and real
Like I could call on Serenity
She'd come up form the ditch
Saying what do you need
what do you need
what do you need my bitch
Like a firey fierce full field
I'll just kick back while you take the wheel
We'll call out to where the songs come in
(all hail sparkly queen areola)
Around this pain-in-the-ass accident
They hover above, just like our love
I just wrecked
i got decked
all i can do is reflect
Everything shattered, including the light
Much never mattered, nothing was right
You talk me round
about how love is bound
Then tie me up in tongues
too true for the taking
I can lick licking
and suck sucking
Get right on down
to the muck we're ducking
But catastrophe's there
and the crashing's there
and every past
we're rehashing's there
And she was there
and we were there
and i looked down
and my heart was bare
and I screamed into the brakes
and this is how it makes
Love to you
Love to you
Well forget about all of that crap
Cuz this is just scrap
this is just scrap
this is just
scrap metal on the intersection making noise
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4. |
Boy Girl Wonder
03:21
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A pink moon is out tonight
And my heart is folding over
Because i think she liked me
And i mighta had her
But he's got a real one
And mine's from the store
Why is it so lonely
In between
boy and a girl
They're so glued down
In this world
And what it means
I'm trans alla that
Gender i'm a bender
Bi bye girl
In the parking lot
Where we kissed good night
And you squeezed my hand
A little extra tight
Well i knew right then
That you felt the same
If you'd just get out
Of that boy and girl game
Why is it so lonely
In between
boy and a girl
They're so glued down
In this world
And what it means
I'm trans alla that
Gender i'm a bender
Bi bye girl
But you're so caught up
In your boyfriend jock
And he fits right in
And he hits the spot
But the spot you missed
Was the one of me
The boy girl wonder
From Queens
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5. |
Pissed
05:54
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It might be rude to scream
But i get so pissed
All your space gets sucked away
Becomes their junkyard mist
The country is shrinking
Everyone's breeding
Like rats in a cage
We're strangled and scared
Could we just take care
Of each other could we
Just take care
Could we see beyond
The pasture of childhood rage
And minimum wage
Could we see beyond this
Pasture your country
Was built on slaves
Driving down and out of chicago
I'm looking for the highway
And i look around
And oh my goddess
What have we done
Past the jewel osco pass the bus
Spewing black air all over
This black neighborhood
Mainly it's bars and fast food
Fast fast food cheap poison
Oh my goddess
What have we done
What have my fathers
Done to my brothers
What have our leaders
Led us into
What have we chosen
Fast asleep in racist baths
That keep people powerless
Polluted and poor
Scrubbed clean of their gods
Oh my goddess goodness
Where are we now
I'd bang down your billboards
Suck nourish from this rusty
I'd send those streams
To wash it clean
Make everything wet
And lusty
I want the loggers
To be cast away
I want to let
The mantises pray
I want the loggers
To be cast away
I just wanna play
Don't sell me your junkyard
Don't package my death
I need the earth for my feet
And the wind for my breath
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6. |
Passports
02:58
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Cities and love
both relentless and gray
I bawled my eyes out
three times yesterday
for European strangers
and their lunchtime trade
I'm a mess for love
I'm dirty from the city
I've been looking around
to find warmth in the shitty
glares that they give you
when they're so busy living
When they're so busy living
I've made up my mind
my mind's always changing
I've been spending my time
just rearranging
for all the changes i go through
all the miles to drive
all the waves that i float through
all the watchful eyes
all the tunes to pull notes through
all the names to file
i would go hungry and meek
if love were left to the weak
I would go hungry and meek
if love
I've got socks stuffed with numbers
my head stuffed with you
the bite on your neck
was the least i could do
My eyes are like water
my ears are like tires
my legs are like books
they spread like fire
If there's one thing for sure
it's you are who you know
So let's check in our passports
let's check in our passports
let's check in our passports
and see where there's left to go
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7. |
Blah Do Blay
02:47
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Do do not not fear
what pushes you over the line
evolution never stops
a revolution always costs
it all comes out
in a matter of time
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8. |
Sparkly Queen Areola
03:41
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May you always be blessed
With good train karma
(all hail ye sparkly queen)
May your life ravel out
Like a novel and a good one
May your crotch never itch
May you always be a bitch
May your memories
Be your stories
May you own what you know
May your blue collar
Turn silver in your sleep
May your Metrocard
Never run out
May you always come out
To hear the band
When they play
Your favorite songs
May your water
Pass through you
As gentle and rushing
As a stream
May your life run out
Like a scattering dream
May your life be shoot the star
And the red middle
Always fall out
May the city not degrade you
May she offer you community
May the stranger girls
Who pass you
On the sidewalk smile
May the nipple
Always serve you
May you suck on her to wisdom
It's the Sparkle
In the Queen Areola
It's the Sparkle
In the Queen Areola
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9. |
Six States Away
06:03
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It's a rainy Brooklyn morning
You're a phone number
And six states away
I dialed and found you home
Your voice comes back
Like the day comes back
From a night of dreams
You're getting married
And you're crazy about her
You really miss me
I know exactly what you mean
Oh that's so nice to hear
You've planted
All your roots down there
I'm still wandering
Like the fruit fallen from the tree
Is she nice to you not like me
Like the wife she was raised to be
I remember peeling
Off your clothes
To find your body
A layer of my favorite cake
I remember blowing
Mad cash on you
I was living like I had it
Loving like we had it too
I miss those night together
On your futon on the floor
And your drives to carolina
And pink floyd
Our common core
And your breath
Between my shoulders
And your car
That took me miles
Across state lines
And space and time
I think I'll step outside now
Catch a slice of sunlight
Through the rain
I'll try and feel the sunset
Hiding in the clouds
Here your poems
Still warm me
When memory drains
Did I mention that I miss you
And I love you sometimes
Not in that famous
Star-crossed way
In that love with a limit way
Isn't it nice
I still don't know
What you do for money
Isn't it nice only your art
Came up in conversation
Isn't that nice
On a rainy Brooklyn
Morning I dialed and
Found you home
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10. |
Ganja
03:14
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Angels we have heard are high
Smoking joints up in the sky
Delusions are floating by
Paranoia's running wild
Ganja
In excess ain't dangerous
Angels we have heard are high
Smoking doobies in the sky
Smoked me out on sunday night
Now church really does feel right
Ganja
In excess ain't dangerous
Angels smoked me out last night
After getting jesus high
He says ganja makes you strong
I say great! pass me the bong
Ganja
In excess ain't dangerous
The church social was real fun
Munching down sin-a-mon buns
Boy those catholics are uptight
Glad i took this flight tonight
Ganja
In excess ain't dangerous
Mother Mary was naive
Baked a cake with Josephs weed
She passed out then he came in
Immaculate conception
Ganja
In excess ain't dangerous
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11. |
Mother's Day
02:17
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The overplayed disco song
Pumps into the ceiling
Where my poached eggs
Run over my teeth
It's Mother's day
I delve into
The almost creature ovary
That's suspended
On my toast
On Mother's day
The waitress's mother
Comes in for a kiss
"Happy Mother's day Mama"
I'm bathing in diner scenes
And strained caffeine tea
The waitress is the stranger
Who nourishes me
On Mother's day
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12. |
33 Zen Lane
04:12
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I'll have a big back yard to run in
And a big oak tree for climbing
And a wrap around porch
To sip homemade iced tea
That brewed in the sun
While i watched it
I'll whisper my secrets
To the wind
Their dollars to me
Won't mean nothing
Except maybe to keep
The weeds down
In my vegetable garden
My mail will come to
33 zen lane
In a county called rushing river
That's its native name
My family will be my friends
My friends will be my home
You can't call me
You'll just have to come
Because i won't have a phone
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13. |
Miss Me My Dear
10:36
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Will you miss me my dear
And my wild wild hair
Maybe love is underwater
And i am caught on the rocks
I am not your enemy's daughter
I see your mind it blocks
Will you miss me my dear
And my wild wild hair
Take me through
The pot-luck romance
Drug me up on cardboard wine
Come undress me
Look right through me
Call me someone else's name
Will you miss me my dear
And my wild wild hair
We could fuck to Wheel of Fortune
Be the Vanna feminists
Dress me up in sparkly skins
You could be the prince of it
Will you miss me my dear
And my wild wild hair
Sorrys are like promises
They get bigger every time
They grow like weeds and laundry
And they infect my mind
Will you miss me my dear
And my wild wild hair
We talk hotels
We talk whiskey
Under water
Over thinking
Will you miss me my dear
And my wild wild hair
We could be the wind
We could be the wheels
We could jump right in
We could be the fields
Will you miss me my dear
And my wild wild hair
There's a well inside of me
Throw a penny in
And watch me cry
I was raised on a dead end street
And the only end is goodbye
Will you miss me my dear
And my wild wild hair
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