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Reynolda Gardens (F-boi)
03:37
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you walk up to me and say i'm sorry for tryna to kiss your girlfriend
but she just looked so effin cute and i was drunk
now picture this in a place to be with a perfect person and a perfect family
and think about all the things you did last night
and i will learn from the things you tell me not to do
that none of us are perfect man but neither are you
still you try and you try to look so cool
but your pants are loose and she makes you drool
so call it quits and call it good your time is done in this neighborhood
send the message leave a note but i'm still gonna slit your throat
naw i'm playin'
and now the time has come for you to make a fool of me
you undress dance around the room and tell me that you're free
and i'm stuck believin' the love we had was shared between us both
but i am just a little kitten scared i'm gonna choke
and that is why you will see
there's more for us to think about than you and me
and you will be stuck in this delusion of cool
but you are just a tool
and i will remember the memories we had
like smokin' a pipe on your front porch with your dad
and we will compare the grades we got on our history test
but nothin' prepared me for the moment when you knew best
and i will try to understand the things you say to me
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Selling My Cowboy
01:00
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A Casual Encounter
04:25
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you are tryin' too hard
and you don't know what it means to me
you will go on your way to say
and you will go on in vain and pai
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Buzzin'
05:13
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why won't you look at me
you used to all the time
it ain't the fact that you left me
it's the lack of the reason the lack of rhyme
did i cause all of this
did i drive you away
i feel so off and heartbroken
but if you're happy it's okay
i just want you babe
to look at me please
call me hurtful or ugly
i'm gettin' down on my knees
i'm beggin' you now
please don't just turn away
i've got so much to say just give me a minute to say it
i miss you darlin'
more than anything else
i can't stay by your side and i don't want
anyone else
i know you're better off
much happier away from me
but it's killin' me deep down
the fantasies of a reality
so please just let me come
and talk you back to me
or give me an understanding that there's some sense of we
let me know babe
that i haven't caused pain
if i did send it back i could probably use the gain
i just want you babe
come talk to me please
i'm messed up bad and i'm
broken to pieces
i can't get you back
that's one thing for sure
but if i could make it all right
i wouldn't
force nothin' more
i just want you babe
to look at me please
call me hurtful or ugly
i'm gettin' down on my knees
i'm beggin' you now
please don't just turn away
i've got so much to say just give me a minute to say it
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and now i'm growin cigarettes
with my backyard plants among the other kids faces
and you will laugh and call me cruel and make me drool
spit on me and shit
but it's about damn time i got some recognition
for putting up with all of this
and i'm tryin' so damn hard to figure out
why you'd call us a miss
and i know
it's not easy for you
but your hurt and your pain
is just untrue
and i feel that i am so much closer to where i want to be
but you will continue to make mistakes and say it's not you it's he
but repetition through false statements
is somethin' that is very hard to grasp
and after 7 straight days of this you can cool it
on the sass
but now that you know that i am no longer needed in your life
what's the point of stayin up to talk about things we enjoy
and i know
it's not easy for you
but your hurt and your pain
is just untrue
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wish I could write songs about anything other than death
but I can't go to bed without drawing the red, shaving off breaths;
each one so heavy, each one so cumbersome
each one a lead weight hanging between my lungs
spilling my guts
sweat on a microphone, breaking my voice
whenever I'm alone with you, can't talk but
"isn't this weather nice? are you okay?"
should I go somewhere else and hide my face?
a sprinter learning to wait
a marathon runner, my ankles are sprained
a marathon runner, my ankles are sprained
wish I could write songs about anything other than death
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Cig culture Boone, North Carolina
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Kevin Beck
Kelly Bridges
Marcus Clonts
Bailey Igoe
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Lyrics by Bailey Igoe
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