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What's Hip?
03:31
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do you recall beepers and vcrs?
playing on our nintendos
buying weed with mama's dough
those were many years ago
Old hat, sunk ship
don't know whats hip
time to crack whip
found out whats hip
mailed a package
to your home address
could have saved a dime
and dropped an email line
I don't want to drown in futuristic sound
Old hat, sunk ship
don't know whats hip
time to crack whip
found out whats hip
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2. |
Don't Be Sad
02:14
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ittle boy buys a toy butter on bread
life is nice so he shows his friend
two hour later the figure's on the kitchen table
broke in two
don't be sad, clap your hands,
suck your thumb, feeling bad is dumb
little girl does a twirl falls on her face
moans and groans and cries in pain
tie your shoelaces keep your face scrapeless
at least scars are cool
don't be sad, clap your hands,
suck your thumb, feeling bad is dumb
pain is lame but you know its part of the game
gotta stay safe gotta stay sane
wear a helmet on your brain
heed my words
don't be sad, clap your hands,
suck your thumb, feeling bad is dumb
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3. |
Love Her or Leave Her
03:42
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oh the milk is turning a little sour
on her nose again a little bit of white powder
but you moved in, settled down, you gambled
boy make sure your sure
love her or leave her
Yah oh no
lusting for lazy love again
desires you can't defend
oh she seemed like such a lovely lass when she kissed you
easily fooled by a nice rack and some grab ass
but now her antics have you frantically reaching for the door knob
choose your choice man
love her or leave her
Yah oh no
lusting for lazy love again
desires you can't defend
oh you know I've been there before
and love can be a fucking chore
but the simple solution is as follows:
deep breath, look her in the eye and
love her or leave her
yaaaaaaaa
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4. |
Brutal Love
03:53
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oh spare me your bare boned lies
your eyes can't hide your thighs misdeeds
let me know how'd it go real slow
don't tell me that you can't recall jack
looked in my eyes told me you'd be true
Ive been played the fool
by brutal love
i know what notes to hit
but i won't sing for any old whore
tell me tell me so why you chose to choose what you choose to chose
when you kissed his lips
boozed up blacked out
on the floor again
when you come to and see my ass heading out the door
answer me this
was my love not worth more than sex and dirt?
i don't want to cry
was my love not worth then jim and beam?
i don't want to fight
looked in my eyes told me you'd be true
Ive been played the fool
by brutal love
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5. |
Wet Smoke
03:18
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here i stand
wet smoke in hand
wondering when this rain will dry up
too wet wet to ride
but i don't think ill find
what I'm looking for on your doorstep any more
i don't think i'll stick around
i need some green grass
i need some fresh ass
who am i kidding ill be there in an hour
after i finish
this wet cigarette
i don't get our love
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6. |
Snow Blow
03:17
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you hit a patch of ice and fell into my arms
it worked put pretty nice it was cold but we were dressed right
a snowflake hit your nose and we fell in love
oooohhhh
snow may blow hard and cold
but these winter nights
don't seem so bad anymore
sure most folks like springtime and summer
but frozen ole water made both of us grow fonder
my angel in the snow i am your snowman
ohhhhhhh
snow may blow hard and cold
but these winter nights
don't seem so bad anymore
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7. |
Runnin Ragged
04:08
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wake up
shovel and truck
give away my young days
rip my jeans my dreams
can't sleep till I'm free
no time to make it big
when I'm running ragged
pay dues fight the fight
till I'm running right
burnt out candle stick
take ten do it again
trade my boots for tunes
work till luck comes through
no time to make it big
when I'm running ragged
pay dues fight the fight
till I'm running right
ragged man i am working to the bone
ragged man i'll stand till i build my home
ragged man i am working to the bone
ragged man i'll stand till i build my home
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8. |
Broken Phones
03:43
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I need a place I need an address
where i can go to get my phone fixed
Cracked communication and hearts are breaking cuz i can't text u up
broken phones don't lie
i can't afford to be a tough guy
I need to simmer a little quicker
cause i can't see that picture you sent to me prone and naked
smash my head, my phone against the same wall i always do
broken phones don't lie
i can't afford to be a tough guy
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J. Eygenraam Edmonton, Alberta
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