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taste (dream logic edit)
00:50
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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
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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
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m.nika (take 5)
01:16
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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.
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subscribe to dolan dark
00:58
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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?
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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)
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insufflation destination
01:12
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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.
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dope dick
01:11
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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?
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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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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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