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DEAD GIRLS
02:59
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I'm six feet under the ground,
I don't give a fuck about your feelings now
Oh wait, I never did
HahaHA you dumb little kid
All my dead girls are pushing up daisies
We're six feet, under your shoes
All my dead girls are pushing up daisies
Our loving will only give you the blues
My shoes are black but my heart is darker
It looks like I colored it with permanent marker
Don't tell me to smile cuz I like to frown
with the motherfucking patriarchy keeping me down
Don't touch my ass as I walk on by,
I'll punch you in the gut and spit in your eye
All my dead girls are pushing up daisies
We're six feet, under your shoes
All my dead girls are pushing up daisies
Our loving will only give you the blues
My shoes are black but my heart is darker
It looks like I colored it with permanent marker
You say your head over heels, I'll put my heel in your heart
You better back off if you're smart
You say your head over heels, I'll put my heel in your heart
You better back off if you're smart
DA-DA-DA-DA-DA Dead Girls
We don't give a fuck about you
DA-DA-DA-DA-DA Dead Girls
We don't give a fuck about you
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P E T T Y
04:13
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Heard you had a party over on Wheaton Hill
Didn't get my invitation, lost it in the mail
That's okay I was chillin on Davis
I drank so much beer I forgot what my name was
Don't want to be petty, don't want to be basic
But when I see your face, it makes me feel sick
Don't want to be basic, don't want to be petty
But I got to explain that you don't really know me
Saw you moved in over on Lovell
That cocaine and molly got your nose so full
Well me, I'm still living on Locust Street
With some better people that I happened to meet
Don't want to be petty, don't want to be basic
But when I see your face, it makes me feel sick
Don't want to be basic, don't want to be petty
But I got to explain that you don't really know me
Watched you ride your bike on your way to school
WMU or K College, either way that's cool
Been there done that, I am graduated
Still living in KZOO feeling sedated
Don't want to be petty, don't want to be basic
But when I see your face, it makes me feel sick
Don't want to be basic, don't want to be petty
But I got to explain that you don't really know me
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Send Noods
02:19
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Scrolling through my feed,
scrolling through my feed,
scrolling through my feed and guess what I see?
I see your cute face,
your cute face,
see your cute face but I wanna real taste
Send Noods
Send Noods
Fettuccine and Linguine
Send Noods
Send Noods
Spaghetti and Ravioli
Take you on a date,
take you on a date,
take you on a date wanna buy you dinner
Gonna bring you home,
gonna bring you home,
gonna bring you home so we can cook alone
Send Noods
Send Noods
Macaroni and Manicotti
Send Noods
Send Noods
Penne and Rigatoni
Meat sauce,
you got that meat sauce,
BOY OH BOY I want that meat sauce
You got that meat sauce,
what's in your meat sauce?
BOY OH BOY I need that meat sauce
Send Noods
Send Noods
Bucatini and Cavatappi
Send Noods
Send Noods
Rotini and Tortellini
I'm a hungry girl,
I'm a hungry girl,
I'm a hungry girl gonna eat you up !
I'm a hungry girl,
I'm a hungry girl,
I'm a hungry girl gonna eat you up !
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Short Term Memory Loss
02:58
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Short term memory loss
I got short term memory loss
Short term memory loss
I got short term memory loss
All my friends in the living room smoking pot
Wait what was I saying? I already forgot
It was in my head, it was in my mind
Gonna keep singing to buy me some time
Short term memory loss
I got short term memory loss
Short term memory loss
I got short term memory loss
Hey what's my age again? BLINK 182 !
I don't remember where I put my left
I left the house today without any pants
Gonna keep singing cuz I want you to dance
Short term memory loss
I got short term memory loss
Short term memory loss
I got short term memory loss
I don't remember much but I remember you*
*repeat for eternity
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Stay
02:38
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I got that fire soul it makes me lose control
I got that fire soul it make me lose control
And when I see it in you too, burning babe
I'm gonna ask you to stay
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My baby, have you seen my baby?
My baby, have you seen my baby?
I'm looking for my baby, man he drives me crazy
My baby, he owes me money
My baby, he owes me money
Now if you see my baby, tell him to call his honey
Lately, they tell me he skipped town
Lately, they tell me he skipped town
I don't see him no more, nah he ain't around
Well listen baby, this shit ain't funny
Listen baby, this shit ain't funny
I'm gonna find you baby, gonna get me my money
Because I'm the Sugar Momma
So I started looking for the son of a bitch
and when I find him, I promise to put him in a ditch
when it comes to my money, I don't mess around
Looking in all the bars and sleazy places
Looking through the crowds and all the faces
for the one that I was gonna put in the ground
What do you know it, he was sitting right there
Drinking whiskey sours with that dumb ass stare
and I thought to myself, OOO I got him now
Kicked out his bar stool from underneath him
Took my left boot to bust his teeth in
Should have seen how fast the fool went down
Made him give me all the money that he owed me
and a little something extra just to show the homies
who the motherfucking baddest bitch is in this town
I'm the Sugar Momma
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7. |
Trash Talk
05:04
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I don't need you
Never have, never will
cuz I got my girls
Don't hold my hand
Don't hold the door
But hold your tongue
until your sure
That your garbage words
and your trash talk
disintegrate
and fill you up
And you notice
how that makes you feel
And you notice
it is real
Now imagine
for a lifetime
that others around
could feel that same strife
So how could you
disregard
how your words
slit and scar?
But then you might know
why I don't
I don't need you
Never have, never will
cuz I got my girls
Don't hold my hand
Don't hold the door
But hold your tongue
Until your sure
That your garbage words
and your trash talk
disintegrate
and fill you up
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First Responders Kalamazoo, Michigan
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Guitar: Becca
Bass: Kayley
Uke: Hope
Drums: Ina
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