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Bottled Promise
05:52
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I'm Hung Up
02:16
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Manager mister, silicon sister
Who’s your superman?
Swirly whirly, curly girly
Or a tomato soup can?
You’re a mystery to me
A change a scenery, would do me good
They say
But who are them anyway
I’m hung up, I brought my gun to school
I’m hung up cos I’m such a fool
I’m hung up, I can’t find a friend
I’m hung up on suicide again
Manager mister, silicon sister
Asked me if I needed a ride
Big ugly blister, tornado twister
I told em, I’d rather die
Your history’s obscene
The misery of dreams, won’t do me good
I say
But who am I anyway
I’m hung up, I wanna bash my skull
I’m hung up, I’m irrational
I’m hung up, everyone hates me
I’m hung up, they irritate me
I’m hung up, they would kick my ass
I’m hung up, will I ever get pass
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BB GYRL
02:00
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Put those scissors back in the drawer
Your mom's wrong you're not a whore
You're my angel
And my devil
The days new
And it's special
You're my baby girl
Gotta get in where yah fit
In this crazy world
I'll save you when you're sick
You're my baby girl
Gotta get in where yah fit
In this crazy world
Time will heal this
Step off that chair and cut the rope
Dye your hair and find some hope
Cos it's late
And your sleepy
Buy you a ring
And a TV
Just sing
If you need me
I'll be in the water
With the seaweed
You're my baby girl
Gotta get in where yah fit
In this crazy world
I'll save you when you're sick
You're my baby girl
Gotta get in where yah fit
In this crazy world
Time will heal this
I'll entertain you when you get bored
Return this place to the hell hole store
Carve our names in the bark
Be your light when it gets dark
Cos you're a 5 star
Day dream
My sugar
And cream
Sweat thang you're my baby girl
Gotta get in where yah fit
In this crazy world
I'll save you when you're sick
You're my baby girl
Gotta get in where yah fit
In this crazy world
Time will heal this
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95 Giraffes
01:58
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As I fall in the filth
Masturbation and guilt
My brain has been killed
The flowers are dead
The flowers are dead
Her hips went right to my head
Look up in the sky it’s a bird it’s a plane
Reflecting on my life ain’t a damn thing changed
I’m feeling strange won’t yah take me to the range
Fill her up then I put it to my brain
What yah gonna do when they come for you
Demons in my ear
Drinking witches brew
What yah gonna do when they come for you
Pull up a chair
Eating mystery stew
Ooh
How do you live?
How do yah dare live?
When the world is scared to give
And the giraffe’s are on the highway
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6. |
My Sugar
02:40
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The night’s get harder
I don’t wanna be here tomorrow
I drink the sorrow
Good to the last drop
I would if I could but I can’t stop
Thinking of you thinking of him
Thought we’d last the seasons again
Shame on me I hope you get your wish
I hope you’re happy now that I don’t exist
I feel no pain I’m a fish
My neck is in your grips
I’m a solar eclipse
Skip to my Lou, my sugar
The night’s get brighter
I can’t see no more
Cigarette man
Lying on the floor
Can’t find the off switch
Death is getting bored
Will I be ignored by the lord?
Smoke machine and a scream mask
I don’t dance or lean back
You could get with this
But you got with that
Broke my heart in half
Don’t know what to do, my sugar
Sprinkle me
Sprinkle me
Underneath the sheets
I cry myself to sleep
So shallow, I’m deep
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Ham on Rye
02:31
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"What are you doing? Where are you going?"
Kenny Dennis asked
They spit me out into the river to see how long I'd last
There's a three pound bullet in the sky
I went to Tom's Diner and ordered ham on rye
They gave me the gas face and dirty eye
That's when I met her as we remembered the day the music died
She wore a Led Zeppelin shirt much like a Michael Larsen song
I told her all my moves now the cards were gone
She played my nerves like a vibraphone
And managed to never leave my mind alone
We sang songs in the innocence of moonlight
When without you I dream of holding you tight
I'll keep track of your pennies, this world may be expensive
Whether or not you believe in happiness I found it with our friendship
I got a thing for you
I never want this to be through
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Pink Toothbrush
02:01
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Side by side
Eye to eye
Feeling loved
I wanna know every inch of you
You know it to be true
I wonder what you think of me too
Do I give you those butterflies?
I would kill for you
And I don't believe in violence
I wanna sing for you
Or we could just sit in silence
I'll never forget your bliss
And everything attached to your lips
You make me trip
I'm head over heels
Somersaulting all day long
With you Scarlett nothing could go wrong
I dropped you off then wrote this song
I hope class goes swell
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I wish I was a little bit cooler
And didn’t have social anxiety
I wanna be a good consumer
And a functional member of society
I wanna get a good job and be real rich
Have a neighbor named Bob with .2 kids
I wanna graduate college
Collect knowledge
I wanna shop for furniture polish
Who got the best detergent on sale
I can’t wait till the bill’s pile up in the mail
I wanna spell my wife’s name wrong on her birthday cake
But it’ll be okay cos we all make mistakes
I wanna her period to never come late
Right on time at the drop of a hat
If loving you’s a crime break out the baseball bats
In a ski mask robbing Rite Aid
When you’re downtrodden by suburbia that’s the price they pay
Fuck this oppression I’ll skate where I want
And tell Hillary Clinton she’s a fucking cunt
Daddy’s little girl ain’t a girl no more, she’s a punk
Helping me sell mixtape out my trunk
I bet back in high school you could dunk
Big shot now you’re a government schmuck
Suck on that
Tried Lipozene now you’re not so fat
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11. |
The Left Behind
02:20
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If I were a lyric where would I be
In the trees with the paper planes
If I were you and you were me
I wouldn't have to feel this pain
Here's why I hate you
You spit on my grave
Hid it all in secrecy
Treated it like a game
You used me to get what you want
You threw me away, you cunt
I hate you
I fucking hate you
Duck from the blast of the 9
Deep in space I built your shrine
Now with this knife you slice my mind
Serve it to me with the pork rinds
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Darko The Super Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Darko the Super is the weirdo rap superstar alter ego of Evan Souza. Born in the bosom of suburbia in 1993, Darko the Super wrote his first song at the tender age of 5. A prolific mad genius on the beats and microphone, also the mastermind behind indie label, U Don’t Deserve This Beautiful Art. ... more
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