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Dolfyn Party
03:50
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Toe tickle
A little underwater wiggle
Are you, are you holding your breath
My eyes are getting low my movement real slow
Puffer fish under my arm and I'm ready to go
Little damsel
Sharp-mouthed smartie
You can't handle
My dolphin party
Smooth vibes
No place for your negative mind
High, high times
Tippy-toe little ho right out if you don't know where to go cuz you so low, oh djea fo sho
Cuz eyelids gettin low, and movement real slow
Puffer fish under my arm and I'm ready to go
Little damsel
Sharp-mouthed smartie
You can't handle
My dolphin party
Oh djea fo sho
Little damsel
Sharp-mouthed smartie
You can't handle
My dolphin party
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2. |
Seven Much
04:07
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I found you deep in the underground
Black and blue, you kicked my world around
Caught and lost but don't wanna be found
The river
Of my fears ready to overflow
Drip my tears down roads that nobody knows
Snatched away, I lose myself to your touch
My welcome crutch
I need you seven much
Baby, let's make purple snowmen
Spend all day rolling around in bed
We could be down six feet under the ground
Wherever
You and I are we make paradajz
Not tomatoes, no, but the other kind
Is it cool if I just keep you as mine
My welcome crutch
I need you seven much
Seven much
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3. |
Keep Trying, Romeo
04:03
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Try my patience
I'd like to try your skin
Feel me shiver
Want you to pull me in
Fry my temper
You're pushing all my buttons now
Feel my shiver
And when I twitch I know you got me
I'm racing to catch my breath
With your lips, with your lips pressed against my chest
I'm lost in this moment, this moment, this moment
With your nails, with your nails
Anchored inside my back
You get down nasty
Little sedictive bitch
One look makes my belt buckle explode
And you know that with this flow something hot's gonna grow
It's those eyes that entice, it's those eyes that are mine
Shit, you know how to touch
And now you've got me in a downward spiral it's final
And I'mma lose my grip on reality
Cuz everything that's inside of me wants to be deep down inside of you
I'm racing to catch my breath
With your lips, with your lips pressed against my chest
I'm lost in this moment, this moment, this moment
With your nails, with your nails
Anchored inside my back
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4. |
Voiceless
03:30
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5. |
Arthur the Hiver
03:09
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I once heard a song it went "twinkle, twinkle, little star"
Oh, what power
What wonderous, naive strength
Take a billion, trillion tons of flaming matter and turn it into a children's lullaby
Building little worlds, building little stories and little shells around your mind
How do I close my eyes
Teach me how to die
All you humans have perfected the art of ignoring everything
You're all blind and almost deaf and almost dumb
All so numb
Do you know how it is to be aware, to be engulfed in endlessness
Without those little shells around your mind to keep infinity at bay
And keep you from waking up screaming
How do I close my eyes
Teach me how to die
My name is Arthur
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6. |
Banana
03:29
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I cast the stone, you cast the last one
What did you say? You wanted fast fun
Out of control, you're such a smug cunt
Hey ho, captain!
I bring my trolls, you bring your muskets
One at a time, blow your holy trumpets
Man overboard! Don't care I didn't trust him
Shipwreck showdown!
Now I'm immune
Your constant changing deranging me
Immune
Cling to your throne, your grip is sliding
What did I say? Now please remind me
You're on your way down roads awinding
SHIMMETTY SHAM SHAM
Now take the helm, you're going nowhere
You scream "Charge!" but still you're down here
Shipwreck showdown!
Now I'm immune
Your constant changing deranging me
Immune
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Dreamin' a blue dream, and sippin' sour diesel
with an old friend og kush,
its the green goblin.
Wappa wappa something's gonna happen.
Im busy checking out the northern lights tonight
Wappa wappa something's gonna happen
Maybe a trainwreck
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