| STEF | |
| Think love / and think drugs / and they’re the same thing inside / And we struggle / or get enough / but it’s the same thing / Burn holes in the Moleskine, bout it / Been friends with a pen, gave trust to the page / Turn in when the time’s up earn that age / know-how learned in spades / They exist in the outros / in the fade outs / and in the background noise / I wouldn’t wish it on my rivals / I got no enemies / We all fall for the decoy / Sometimes it slides right by while we’re trying to decide / Don’t lie to yourself / almost ain’t good enough / and there ain’t no extra lives / Leave em alone / How we livin? / Very own road and it’s so, so driven / In the freezing cold, y’all keep chillin / We’ll leave tracks you can follow in / Bold, less fucks given / Team The Best Team / Doomtree citizen / We care like it’s cool still / but we’ve risen from close to sting to post-everything / How y'all livin? / Very own road and it’s so, so driven / In the freezing cold / y’all keep chillin | |
| SIMS | |
| So I do it for her and I do it for me / and I do it for the word / Kill it for the hunt of the beat / Kill it for the hunger that will not sleep / And you can stay miserable all your life but what kind of difference that make? / What, you ain’t had enough of that pay, ain’t had enough of your way? / Live from the Haunted North / in the woods where the fire roars / You fell for the Trojan horse / Who want it more? It’s already yours / Live from the Haunted North / in the woods where the fire roars / You fell for the Trojan horse / Who want it more; it’s already yours | |
| CECIL | |
| Draw blood, paint life, sculpt that clay, build that bridge (suffer and pleasure) / Got love, gotta write that way and filled that book from the gutter to forever / But we’re still gonna suffer / we got burnt / we met our match and struck first / Suckers should have known better than to let us head our own search and destroy / You would’ve been better centered at home / Remember that road we’d take? / I swear the devil’s backbone would break / We made it our home and it’s great and it’s good / it’s the same as it ever was / We came, we saw, we came back / We played em songs we made quick / We went back home just to fill those pages to the edges, and it’s aces / It’s all coming up roses / Closes may come and we know this / No risk, no fun, no way, nobody’s gonna break my stride, no sir / Those days look like these days / except for maybe these grays / But that’s just my salt and pepper, my heart and soul won’t live forever / Whatever… | |
| / It’s gonna come some day, so come what may and I pray it comes / We’re still gonna run like strays, purr like kittens, and bang a gong / We’ve sang our songs, we’ve seen the war, we’re living that and more / Knowing even the greatest dancers in the world are bound to leave the dance floor | |
| DESSA | |
| So shake, shakes, shoot / it’s like win, draw, lose / cause dice kept cooped up / just bring bad luck / man is made to choose / Yeah, mixed media: flesh, electricity, bone / we rent, we visit, but we’re never quite home / cause the river can’t know when the levy might go / so, draw your arm and throw | |
| MIKE | |
| Bottled all in, battle with a broadsword / rule with the iron cutter straight to the vital cord / Lean on a land alive / freed men in enterprise / Does it mean you seen the sign? / See what you wanna read / eyes in the seams, not what it seems / A better part of me will not let it be / instead it seethes / Does mean I believe a lie? / Let it dead, let it crawl / let it all count when you bet it all / Say it like you mean it, just say it / never better if you never even said it at all / Head em off at the neck, set it off / Ready for whatever with machete on the leather comrades with a letter on the wall / steady head, heavy guts and a set of balls / What I really gotta know, huh? / How to rock a rhyme that’s right in line? / With the beat and ride / wide to the feet, wise to the weak / Why? / Why we pray on the meek and pry in the speak of the “why’s” and the “we’s”? / We don’t know why / why we speak with a slide of the cheek / Hide / Chopped in the seams / Stride / That’s live and unique designed / flight for seats, fly in the cleats / Grind / Lines in the sheet / Slice / that’s all we live for / Polish poison plot loss / free and got a lost cause / Holler if you hear me shooting / Hollow Bodies High / Cower salted, high exalted, colicky and alcoholic / Call it when I see it all divide / Hollowed head to follow tired feet disqualified / Able of the cognoscente disabled from a solid mind / Hollow Bodies High |
| STEF | |
| Think love and think drugs and they' re the same thing inside And we struggle or get enough but it' s the same thing Burn holes in the Moleskine, bout it Been friends with a pen, gave trust to the page Turn in when the time' s up earn that age knowhow learned in spades They exist in the outros in the fade outs and in the background noise I wouldn' t wish it on my rivals I got no enemies We all fall for the decoy Sometimes it slides right by while we' re trying to decide Don' t lie to yourself almost ain' t good enough and there ain' t no extra lives Leave em alone How we livin? Very own road and it' s so, so driven In the freezing cold, y' all keep chillin We' ll leave tracks you can follow in Bold, less fucks given Team The Best Team Doomtree citizen We care like it' s cool still but we' ve risen from close to sting to posteverything How y' all livin? Very own road and it' s so, so driven In the freezing cold y' all keep chillin | |
| SIMS | |
| So I do it for her and I do it for me and I do it for the word Kill it for the hunt of the beat Kill it for the hunger that will not sleep And you can stay miserable all your life but what kind of difference that make? What, you ain' t had enough of that pay, ain' t had enough of your way? Live from the Haunted North in the woods where the fire roars You fell for the Trojan horse Who want it more? It' s already yours Live from the Haunted North in the woods where the fire roars You fell for the Trojan horse Who want it more it' s already yours | |
| CECIL | |
| Draw blood, paint life, sculpt that clay, build that bridge suffer and pleasure Got love, gotta write that way and filled that book from the gutter to forever But we' re still gonna suffer we got burnt we met our match and struck first Suckers should have known better than to let us head our own search and destroy You would' ve been better centered at home Remember that road we' d take? I swear the devil' s backbone would break We made it our home and it' s great and it' s good it' s the same as it ever was We came, we saw, we came back We played em songs we made quick We went back home just to fill those pages to the edges, and it' s aces It' s all coming up roses Closes may come and we know this No risk, no fun, no way, nobody' s gonna break my stride, no sir Those days look like these days except for maybe these grays But that' s just my salt and pepper, my heart and soul won' t live forever Whatever | |
| It' s gonna come some day, so come what may and I pray it comes We' re still gonna run like strays, purr like kittens, and bang a gong We' ve sang our songs, we' ve seen the war, we' re living that and more Knowing even the greatest dancers in the world are bound to leave the dance floor | |
| DESSA | |
| So shake, shakes, shoot it' s like win, draw, lose cause dice kept cooped up just bring bad luck man is made to choose Yeah, mixed media: flesh, electricity, bone we rent, we visit, but we' re never quite home cause the river can' t know when the levy might go so, draw your arm and throw | |
| MIKE | |
| Bottled all in, battle with a broadsword rule with the iron cutter straight to the vital cord Lean on a land alive freed men in enterprise Does it mean you seen the sign? See what you wanna read eyes in the seams, not what it seems A better part of me will not let it be instead it seethes Does mean I believe a lie? Let it dead, let it crawl let it all count when you bet it all Say it like you mean it, just say it never better if you never even said it at all Head em off at the neck, set it off Ready for whatever with machete on the leather comrades with a letter on the wall steady head, heavy guts and a set of balls What I really gotta know, huh? How to rock a rhyme that' s right in line? With the beat and ride wide to the feet, wise to the weak Why? Why we pray on the meek and pry in the speak of the " why' s" and the " we' s"? We don' t know why why we speak with a slide of the cheek Hide Chopped in the seams Stride That' s live and unique designed flight for seats, fly in the cleats Grind Lines in the sheet Slice that' s all we live for Polish poison plot loss free and got a lost cause Holler if you hear me shooting Hollow Bodies High Cower salted, high exalted, colicky and alcoholic Call it when I see it all divide Hollowed head to follow tired feet disqualified Able of the cognoscente disabled from a solid mind Hollow Bodies High |
| STEF | |
| Think love and think drugs and they' re the same thing inside And we struggle or get enough but it' s the same thing Burn holes in the Moleskine, bout it Been friends with a pen, gave trust to the page Turn in when the time' s up earn that age knowhow learned in spades They exist in the outros in the fade outs and in the background noise I wouldn' t wish it on my rivals I got no enemies We all fall for the decoy Sometimes it slides right by while we' re trying to decide Don' t lie to yourself almost ain' t good enough and there ain' t no extra lives Leave em alone How we livin? Very own road and it' s so, so driven In the freezing cold, y' all keep chillin We' ll leave tracks you can follow in Bold, less fucks given Team The Best Team Doomtree citizen We care like it' s cool still but we' ve risen from close to sting to posteverything How y' all livin? Very own road and it' s so, so driven In the freezing cold y' all keep chillin | |
| SIMS | |
| So I do it for her and I do it for me and I do it for the word Kill it for the hunt of the beat Kill it for the hunger that will not sleep And you can stay miserable all your life but what kind of difference that make? What, you ain' t had enough of that pay, ain' t had enough of your way? Live from the Haunted North in the woods where the fire roars You fell for the Trojan horse Who want it more? It' s already yours Live from the Haunted North in the woods where the fire roars You fell for the Trojan horse Who want it more it' s already yours | |
| CECIL | |
| Draw blood, paint life, sculpt that clay, build that bridge suffer and pleasure Got love, gotta write that way and filled that book from the gutter to forever But we' re still gonna suffer we got burnt we met our match and struck first Suckers should have known better than to let us head our own search and destroy You would' ve been better centered at home Remember that road we' d take? I swear the devil' s backbone would break We made it our home and it' s great and it' s good it' s the same as it ever was We came, we saw, we came back We played em songs we made quick We went back home just to fill those pages to the edges, and it' s aces It' s all coming up roses Closes may come and we know this No risk, no fun, no way, nobody' s gonna break my stride, no sir Those days look like these days except for maybe these grays But that' s just my salt and pepper, my heart and soul won' t live forever Whatever | |
| It' s gonna come some day, so come what may and I pray it comes We' re still gonna run like strays, purr like kittens, and bang a gong We' ve sang our songs, we' ve seen the war, we' re living that and more Knowing even the greatest dancers in the world are bound to leave the dance floor | |
| DESSA | |
| So shake, shakes, shoot it' s like win, draw, lose cause dice kept cooped up just bring bad luck man is made to choose Yeah, mixed media: flesh, electricity, bone we rent, we visit, but we' re never quite home cause the river can' t know when the levy might go so, draw your arm and throw | |
| MIKE | |
| Bottled all in, battle with a broadsword rule with the iron cutter straight to the vital cord Lean on a land alive freed men in enterprise Does it mean you seen the sign? See what you wanna read eyes in the seams, not what it seems A better part of me will not let it be instead it seethes Does mean I believe a lie? Let it dead, let it crawl let it all count when you bet it all Say it like you mean it, just say it never better if you never even said it at all Head em off at the neck, set it off Ready for whatever with machete on the leather comrades with a letter on the wall steady head, heavy guts and a set of balls What I really gotta know, huh? How to rock a rhyme that' s right in line? With the beat and ride wide to the feet, wise to the weak Why? Why we pray on the meek and pry in the speak of the " why' s" and the " we' s"? We don' t know why why we speak with a slide of the cheek Hide Chopped in the seams Stride That' s live and unique designed flight for seats, fly in the cleats Grind Lines in the sheet Slice that' s all we live for Polish poison plot loss free and got a lost cause Holler if you hear me shooting Hollow Bodies High Cower salted, high exalted, colicky and alcoholic Call it when I see it all divide Hollowed head to follow tired feet disqualified Able of the cognoscente disabled from a solid mind Hollow Bodies High |
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