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Die Laughin'
03:05
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Verse 1
I guess I'm lazy pressing snooze til' noon, don't remember last night forgot there's a moon. If, I chase her down I'll be her groom, no guts to fight back so I breathe fumes. Love those moments, sarcasm, deep down there's a shitload of passion. Is this the supermarket theme blasting? I can't shut up I'm ranting. If the party's dead I'm half dancing, if you must die, die laughing'.
Chorus
Die Laughin', die die laughin', cause in the end your a has been. Die laughin', die, die laughing', when pain is maddening. Spend my days swearing, gold star for sharing, die laughing, die laughing', spend my days swearing, gold star for sharing, die laughing'.
Verse 2
I guess I'm happy don't need to vent but, half my piggy bank goes to the rent yup. Chose to ignore but the message was sent, huh, I'm so random but check the intent, uh. Stay snazzy but stay true to yourself, get out my head in the name of mental health. Lost my balance, wasn't up to the challenge, too much info raise the red flag and. When the party's dead I'm half dancing, if you must die die laughing.
Chorus (Repeated)
Outro
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Intro-As I look to the cosmos I realize some things are out of your control cause whatever happens is gonna happen
Verse 1
Just cause you're pretty don't mean you do it for me, you're a human being in categories. Think I'll persist into my 40s, at the end of the day I'm still horny. Why, why do I have to cry, inside, it's not enough to say I tried. Just go or slow the suicide, once upon a time I let the insults slide.
Pre Chorus
This can't be outcast status, I know that this ain't salad. Am I cut out for marriage, I'm at peace, whatever happens, happens.
Chorus
Whatever happens happens, whatever happens happens.
Verse 2
If I don't succeed I can't manage, every crack in the road I would panic. Used to feel I batted about average, unaware I was all money, looks, status. Can't take cash when you pass, different colors don't have to clash. Watch me drag your spam to the trash, cause you're vibe is giving me a rash
Rap Bridge
Combining words that fester with a temper, you're a bitch regardless of gender, hey whatever is clever. Whether pain or pleasure, kind or obscene gesture, hacks they test your, patience, get outta mom's basement. You may lose faith when the writing on the wall's in graffiti, vision's blurry, you're bored like Ouiji. Let it go or rehash old wounds, was nonchalant fresh out the womb, watch the flowers bloom in June, boom.
Pre Chorus (Repeated)
Chorus (Repeated)
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Verse 1
It's muggy, it's humid, yet sunny, no worries Cupid. The beach is, in reach, yay, yay, yay, bikinis all day. A chipwhich, I'm an infant, smiley face in an instant. Hurl my body in the waves, it's a hobby, my fave. Legs are wobbly, spit take, come join the party, oh, oh, oh, yeah. Cats throw the pigskin, lets go skinny dipping. Catch how I'm thinkin', summertime and I'm singin', summertime and I'm singin'.
Pre Chorus
Sunshine, think I'll bask in the sunshine, too much to ask for some sunshine, you can laugh, nevermind.
Chorus
Sunshine in the, sunshine in the, sunshine in the, summertime.
Verse 2
Sunrays, could morph into lobsterman, wear shades, don't need a spray tan. The gritty city is giddy, yay yay Central Park all day. You are the attraction, cool the breeze man of action. Slapstick dance, it's the summer, hey butt crack, are you a plumber? Senses raised, no thunder, no wonder why I'm a tree hugger. No excessive blinkin', rainy days tv bingin', ya catch how I'm thinkin', summertime and I'm singin', summertime and I'm singin'.
Pre Chorus (Repeated)
Chorus (Repeated)
Bridge
Sunshine in the summertime
Pre Chorus (Repeated)
Chorus (Repeated)
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Verse 1
Used to wanna, wanna scream, all the internet, get, rich schemes, was an ignorant, ignorant teen, but was always embracing the light that gleams.
Pre Chorus
Wouldn't get outta bed, if I didn't have a song in my head. Walk around half dead, worried over what he she said. Shit I'm older, but my life's not over. What matters is I know, that the dream's alive til' I croak signing a poster.
Chorus
Don't Ever Give Up on Your Dreams.
Surreal fairytale dreams.
Verse 2
I'm feeling, feeling, rested, dreamt of a sound I invented. I'll know, know if you're interested, just breathe in the voicemail message.
Pre Chorus (Repeated)
Chorus (Repeated)
Outro
Don't ever give up on your Dreams, don't ever ever give up on your dreams
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5. |
Crazy Wednesday
03:29
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Verse 1
How much shit can I take, take, take, what can I break, break, break. This life isn't cake, cake, cake, speaking of which my weight, weight, weight. I wanna go home, home, home, fidgety with my phone, phone, phone. I moan and groan, groan, groan, til the cows come home.
Pre Chorus
I can't stand your tone, even if I'm in the zone, how much more on my student loan, in what's states can I be legally stoned.
Chorus
I had a crazy wednesday, I had a shaky mistake, I had a flaky mixtape, crazy, save me cause my ribs ache. It was the craziest day. It was the craziest day for me, me, me, me, me, yayuh.
Verse 2
Am I still cool, cool, cool, flatulence and druel, druel, druel, what's in the gene pool, pool, pool, so honest I'm cruel, cruel, cruel. Concepts I get, get, get, just some digs and I'm set, set, set, wallowing in regret, gret, gret,
I'm alone. I'm alone.
Pre Chorus (Repeated)
Chorus (Repeated)
Bridge
Can you hold, why am I cold, vague, funny goals, walk on hot coals, weather is drab, argh egads, go on and blab, I'll check into rehab.
Chorus (Repeated)
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1st Verse
I want to message you but you live in a different state, state, state, you're not the one to woo, you're not the one to date, date. Don't give me agitah, don't give me a reason to panic, ask myself what's stopping ya, hop on the next plane like I'm an addict.
Pre chorus
Don't want to be a horny, desperate, eager guy, she's not for me I shouldn't even reply. What's the real reason you were too damn shy, and what's education that you can't apply. That's why I'm...
Chorus
Single, ready to mingle, solve this riddle. Single, ready to mingle, for shits and giggles. Some things change, stay deranged, what is hard should be simple, caught in a pickle. Single, ready to mingle, I'm not so miserable.
Na, na, na, na, na
2nd Verse
I want to marry you cause I see your face on tv, tv, lick the screen til' my tongue is blue, show's over ok leave me, leave me. My standards are not lofty, but throw darts at the category. Let's dance, do not bore me, life's not over at 40.
Pre Chorus 2 (Repeated)
Chorus 2 (Repeated)
Na, na, na, na, na
Outro
Single , single, single, single
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7. |
Mixed Up
03:48
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Verse 1
Thought temple was boring, what's sex without courting, it's not a good morning, but I'll laugh til I'm snorting. I thinks I am biracial, if this sucks I'll give you a facial. Hard lesson no Aesop's fable, so mature I'll have sex on the table. Grass is greener in Holmby Hills, am I sick cause I have the chills. Shaking hands when I couldn't be still, never saw the way don't have a will.
Pre Chorus
I'm in pain, no tomorrow, what's fame, put a stain on the Boy Scout motto. You're fucked, if you get hit by a truck, I'm not mixed I'm mixed up.
Chorus
So many words float through the air, I needed a reason to care, brutal honesty is not so rare, I'm mixed up, mixed up. So many words float through the air, I needed a reason to care, brutal honesty is not so rare, I'm mixed up, mixed up. Mixed up, mixed up, yeah yeah yeah mixed up.
Verse 2
Is success only measured in dollar signs, will you shrug off father time. Red is fire red is roses, dead tired, not the second coming of Moses. The truth brings inmates freedom, played dumb for no reason. Changed my mind, it's a new season, move on cause the past is repeating. Dating apps have too many whores, the best movies don't get awards, the piano has only so many chords, what's more depressing a flat line or a morgue.
Pre Chorus (Repeated)
Chorus (Repeated)
Outro
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8. |
Space for my Cream
03:17
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No more paycheck to paycheck living, that's not the way the way for me. All this time I knew I was different, it's ok to be, someone's made for me. Just wanna live my life, stand up for what is right. If I opened my mind, I'm not a stereotype. Immaturity's gone wild, no depth but I did have style. How much shit do you put on the pile? alert the media I could smile.
Can't a man dream, I need space for my cream, can't a man dream, I need space for my cream.
I was cramped needed fresh air to breathe, was in a rant couldn't smell the Febreeze. Everyday Linkedin and Indeed, when I leave again I'll miss the trees. At peace, fighting nature's unwise, no lightsaber, one life. My truth's naked unrated, if we mated have we dated. A middle finger, as I shiver, a ringer on the Masked Singer. Quiet enjoyment, unemployment, with a stash of ointment.
Repeated Chorus
Moved on, memories wiped clean, moved out see clearly don't need Visine. Moved on, need a woman to call queen, back with the parents for the time being. Moved on, ah. Moved on moved on ah. Without causing a scene, moved out ah. Moved out moved out, ah. Space for my cream.
So in conclusion, I needed a little space for my cream. I like space. I'm not an astronaut but I like space. Hahaha.
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Jawn Outlandish Commack, New York
I’m singing! I have a catchy commercial sound. Call it 2020s pop with a golden age hip hop swagger. I also like to play the piano 🎹while I watch sports 🏈 . I play Taylor Swift every day. I love that early 2000s pop/rock sound like Michelle Branch. I’m a fan of Lenny Kravitz and his book 📖. ... more
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