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Bum U 4 A Bit
02:59
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I'm sorry I'm a baby
all your friends probly hate me
I was born yesterday
from a mommy made of clay
Picking up my mouth
from its constant trip south
My teeth are falling out
Cause I chatter in the night time
I'm sorry I'm a leech
Cling to you like tides to a beach
I'll keep waving and teach
You to fall right off me
Whining too much,
but I'm not drinking a bunch ,
I'm thinking fucking too much,
I'm not fucking enough
But I am not afraid
That I'll scare you away
Even on the blackest gray days.
I am not sick
I'm just addicted
to the feeling of not trying to quit
I'll just bum you for a bit
I needed one more hit
But it hurt you.
Forgive me for my sins,
Pull up on my grins,
need you like an
alcoholic needs the spins
So go ahead and fuck me up
You're a buoy in my ocean,
Floating to the motion
Of the seagulls commotion,
And my shitty predicability.
You know how I act
When my expectations crack
I expected a crystal pack
And some dust fell through my eyes.
You're something from before
I was born and endured
The pain of the shore
Pulling me back and forth
I am not done yet
I fly from high to high
And I try to regret
Not giving you some space
You're the moon pulling me
Around this loop In which I race,
Letting you win first place
hit me with a mace
just hit me in my face
hit me in my face
Hit me in my face!!!!!!!!
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Bartender
01:42
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Hey bartender
I surrender
To the glances from your eyes so wide
So fill up this glass
where my loneliness resides
Oh bartender
Check your calendar
When are u free so u can come hear me play
Keep talking to me,
I don't care what you say
C-E-am-F
C-G-F-C
Because today, I thought tonight
i’d be singing to my skylight
but i came to the alley
and showed you what i write
I’ll scream with my guitar
so loud that it reaches the bar
that you tend, oh you mend,
my longing heart so scarred
C-F
C-G-F-C
Hey bartender
Your car fender
must be somewhere out in the lot
I'll go take a wild guess
and you can pour me another shot
My bartender
I'm not big spender
But if I was I would tip you to the moon
I'll just take another sip
cause it'll all be over soon
been to the moon
and i need some sun
i need something but not just anyone
I crave the feeling of the peeling of the fruit thats overdone
Will you try to hear my sounds
again?
to your ears all the way from my pen
star bender, oh bartender, wont you be my friend?
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