1. |
Natty Boh
03:06
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I live at a party where
we forever turn 21 again
Grow up
Raging 'til 4 a.m.
This place gets out of hand
Shut down
Somebody hold my hair
Natty Boh everywhere
Throw up
What a weird Uber ride
and the surge price was way too high
Let down
We used to be in sync
Now you think I'm embarrassing
Who cares
Creeping towards 25
But I reject that state of mind
Go home
What do you mean it's late?
Let's stay up and communicate like old times
Stumbling up First Street
I swear this house show's gonna be sweet
FOMO
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2. |
Lakewood Park
03:34
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We wandered our way down to Lakewood Park
It's getting dark
The sun sets on Erie
The city works with the moon to control the tide
It stills my mind
Watch the water fold
The sign informs us that the fun must stop at 11:00
Someone call the park police
Boozed veins and grass stains I can't subside with you all by my side
Our eyes are flushed with pink and gold
Bloomed trees or falling leaves
The polar vortex won't stop me
I want to go to the park with you
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3. |
Homebodies
04:12
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People are happy for just one more
Where do you go when it's about to storm?
I'll leave you my keys to the side door
My place is a mess but you won't sleep on the floor
Bruno says all the boys look the same
But ever since college you've been on my brain
If the weather's too bad I truly understand
I've got beer, flix and towels we can build a dam
Only the furniture lives here
Please won't you stay, dear
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4. |
Rough Winter
06:34
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"My brain does awful things when I'm alone"
I told him one night curled up in his bed
Knowing I am no one's but my own
A flat and bitter taste left on my tongue
From all the beds I visited instead
My brain does awful things when I'm alone
Morning offers food for these new poems
But morning over love don't get me fed
Knowing I am no one's but my own
The way I dance and play makes me my home
and magic pours out of the bed I've made
My brain does awful things when I'm alone
I heard it's gonna be a rough winter
I heard it's gonna be a rough winter
I heard it's gonna be a rough winter
I heard it's gonna be a rough winter
Loving is delicious when it's cold
And living's such a messy business when
My brain does awful things when I'm alone
Knowing I am no one's but my own
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5. |
Biitchseat
05:58
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I've been absent this week
must be lost in sleep
your sweet neighborhood freak
squished in the backseat
this sweetheart gets no chance
to reserve in advance
pull the trigger, unlock the door
you got what you didn't fight for
my honey runs bitter and cold
drips more grey than gold
skull-shaped steam from your tea
sip the foundation of me
this poison is free
now wanna race with me?
no shotgun cop-out
we're all winners right? no doubt
baby, come on, don't pout
see what the commotion's about
feel the tight squeeze
of sitting in the bitchseat
baby, come on, don't pout
see what the commotion's about
feel the tight squeeze
of sitting in the bitchseat
baby, come on, don't pout
see what the commotion's about
feel the tight squeeze
of sitting in the bitchseat
baby, come on, don't pout
see what the commotion's about
feel the tight squeeze
of sitting in my bitchseat
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6. |
Record Store
05:30
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