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Nick Cannon is the black Don Knotts

by Tennis Chains

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1.
Tell me what he tastes like Tell me what he tastes like Tell me what he tastes like Bitch you ain't immortal Yeah he sliced you with some glass Broke that 40oz. and shoved it right up in your ass Your little brother's up to some shady shit. Tell me what he tastes like I'll tell you what he tastes like
2.
I sometimes think about how okay it was When you look back all you see is my shadow When the smoke fills your lungs, you can breathe again Wise beyond your years You're right where you are Trading your future for a present When the smoke fills your lungs you can breathe again
3.
Blood in my veins Blood in my eyes I wish I could feel what you decide I wish I could dive into your emerald eyes I wanna dive head first in a pool of your lies I want that saccharine love that makes my blood sugar rise You're the perfect eraser Just put it on paper Just you only you Just you only you I wanna take a sip of your skin I wanna dive head straight first into your sin I wanna swan dive right into your eyes I wanna land a tre-flip right between your thighs Just you only you You're the perfect eraser Just put it on paper Just you only you Just you.
4.
What's the point in being strung along like this What's the point in being strung along Give me just one reason why Give me just one reason why Clarity is not closure, baby Clarity isn't closure, baby Where's the baggage handler when you need one? Where's the baggage handler when you need one?
5.
I wanna tell you that I know It's a bitch to carry on. I know I never pick up the phone But i'm sure you wouldn't care. I think it's clear i've checked out. I know it doesn't matter now. I wanna make it clear I wanna make it clear That its a sunny day That its a sunny day, now. With everything you left around A key to let you in the door a simple favor not a chore a piece of me you took, a page torn out of the book, a point in time I change, now. (chorus)
6.
Hold onto these words Hanging by a thread Hold onto these words Keep them in your head Hold onto these words Hanging by a thread I sometimes think about What happened to us What happened to you Forged lack of trust So I'll fuck up everything And you'll pretend to lie The things we do for closure The things we do Hold on to these words Keep them by your side Through the noose of truth (And what you should have said) Just keep this love, next to where it used to be But just keep me buried closer Keep me buried closer Keep me buried closer Keep me buried closer Keep me buried.
7.
dope dick 01:11
Hey little mama can I buy you a drink? Hey little mama can I buy you a drink? Bombay saph with a lime on top, Oh that's not your style huh? Hey little mama can I buy you some pills? K-pins, 30s, bars meant for girlies with the scars Horizontal for attention, vertical for perfection Hey little mama can I buy you some dope? Shard, PCP, Fent, maybe fishscale coke, Would you love me Would you suck me Would you strap me to the bed Shoot some tar into my head Ya'll wanna know why? Cuz I got that Dope Dick 3 hours fuckin' ain't come yet Yeah cuz I got that Dope Dick 3 hours fuckin' ain't come yet 5 hours fuckin' ain't come yet 6 hours fuckin' ain't come yet 7 hours fuckin' ain't come yet 8 hours fuckin' ain't come yet Hey little mama can I buy you a coffin?
8.
She's dying but she's breathing and she can't get up Rotten ways You wrung me dry I lost all feeling of empathy for you And now your high horse walks on broken glass beneath your pedestal.

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Genre:
- Art punk
- Noise punk
* Emoviolence
* Funk rock
* Noise pop
* Synthpunk

Recorded: All tracks were recorded January 2018 - September 2018


This album is a product of months of wanting something different, something passionate, something real. On this release you'll find a mix of noise funk, emotive powerviolence, a noise pop track bordering on power pop, and a bass-heavy electro-punk track all meshed together. It can be extra at times, corny at times, but.
It's real.

-Yuki

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released October 10, 2018

Yuki Suzuki - Vocals
Yuki Suzuki - Guitars
Yuki Suzuki - Bass
Yuki Suzuki - Drums, Percussion
Dennis Chains - Mastering, Production
Yuki Suzuki - Lyrics & Concepts

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Tennis Chains Detroit, Michigan

Tennis Chains is a one-man experimental punk project based out of Detroit, MI formed in 2017.

Born from the ashes of having too many projects, Tennis Chains was created.

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