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Bro Culture
03:05
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Crawl on the skin
Like an itch that I can’t scratch
But I remain here in silence
Bite my tongue, show you a face
"I’m so impressed with your style man,
Can’t keep up with your pace"
I know this now because you told me
You fucking rip and your homies are hella super tight
You’ve got hookups everywhere you turn
You’re not gonna waste your time and hang with nerds with no credibility
Just like me, now you’re elite
You’re bro culture, you’re elite!
You’re bro culture, you’re elite!
You’re the top dog on the street
You’re the dude we all want to be
You caught me by surprise your size now I reek of your territorial pissings got my attention now I’m listening
Peacocking jocks are always flexing but never quite impressing
Talking loud, now you’re concerned
There’s someone new here on your turf
Who’s not worth of your scene
You’ve got hookups everywhere you turn
Not gonna waste your time and hang with nerds with no credibility
Just like me, now you’re elite
You’re bro culture, you’re elite!
You’re bro culture, you’re elite!
You’re the top dog on the street
You’re the dude we all want to be
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Snake In The Grass
03:20
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Comes from a place not so distant
Her motivations are so sadistic
Can’t trust those bedroom eyes
Hoping you can’t read right through her lies
Preys on the weak and feeble
Face of an angel with a mind so evil
She’s gonna do what’s best for her
She’s gonna burn a whole right through your soul
Smiles to your face, eats you up like cancer
Self serving snake in the grass with a bite so venomous
Everything's alright but you fight so you can be dismissed
Self serving snake in the grass with a bite so venomous
Everything's alright but you fight so you can be dismissed
Dolled up on Friday night
No, you’re not the domesticated type
An alter ego until it’s Sunday
Back into his arms, your routine now, he's trained
Back into his arms, your routine now, he's trained
Self serving snake in the grass with a bite so venomous
Everything is alright but you fight so you can be dismissed
Self serving snake in the grass with a bite so venomous
Everything is alright but you fight so you can be dismissed
I can see right through your twisted mind (see right through your mind)
Another one you picked low from the vine (picked up from the vine)
Burning bridges with no concern
A knife to back you’ve got another burned
It’s a matter of time before its your turn
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The Bridge
03:11
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Oh, how the years have passed since you leapt into eternal darkness
A life you lived so fast in this cursed town of hopeful hearts
We learned to run like wild savages through distant lands
We’d ride for miles to relieve our anxious idle hands
We want to live a life with meaning, you have to learn to take a beating
Children of broken homes kids of the night we’re on our own
Our innocence has been depleted
We had each other and that’s all we needed
The falling sun will never rise
Left us too soon lost in the night
Too young to know how to restrain
We’ll burn this town in the pouring rain
The fast life is the life we chose
Didn’t know we’d lose one of our own
Never thought of consequences with our intoxicated senses
You left us, we were all defeated
The family that we have created now is broken
The falling sun will never rise
Left us too soon lost in the night
Too young to know how to restrain
We’ll burn this town in the pouring rain
The falling sun will need rise
Left us too soon lost in the night
Too young to know how to restrain
You’re gone now things won’t be the same
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Hastings
02:40
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I’m sorry love, this is the end for me
I’m self destructing, now I’m dying in B.C
It’s an ugly world, that I created girl
I’m regretting the choices that I've made
Well I went too fast, don’t think I’m gonna last
Too many pills that I’ve been chasing with whiskey
Now I fade away, and I can barely breathe
You can find me in a van on Hastings
Look through the window, I see junkies and sirens
My tomb is shaking from the outside violence
I've come to terms with it
Never thought it would end like this
1,000 miles form home
I haven’t perished yet
I'll live to play the set
"Its a marathon not a sprint" that’s what Sammy says
3 day panic attack, I hope I make it back
I regret the choices that I’ve made
Well, I went too fast, not sure I’m gonna last
I’ve been pissing blood and sweating like crazy
Now I fade away, I can barely breathe
I’m alone and dying on Hastings
Look through the window, I see junkies and sirens
My tomb is shaking from the outside violence
I've come to terms with it
Never thought it would end like this
1,000 miles form home
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The Gutz Santa Cruz, California
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