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ScARe Me
03:21
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SCARE ME
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Politicians, and fried chicken,
Preachers speaking into the minds of our children.
Depressed best friends, and how the world ends,
Stock market blah blah blah blah equals dividends.
THESE THINGS
Scare me, scare me, scare me.
Maybe I'll just close my eyes and hide under my sheets. (2x)
Haters hating, and playstation,
fuck it, rather smoke weed down in my basement.
Writing pop songs, for suit ding dongs,
Gaga wrote the falala's so f-f-fuck yourself. (hahaha)
THESE THINGS
Scare me, scare me, scare me.
Maybe I'll just close my eyes and hide under my sheets. (2x)
Possession tickets, and television,
Find out why you're gonna die. Tonight at eleven.
Corporations, and twitter pages,
My house on google earth? While sexing up my girlfriend. (woo woo)
THESE THINGS
Scare me, scare me, scare me.
Maybe I'll just close my eyes and hide under my sheets. (2x)
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2. |
GeT uP
04:00
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GET UP
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(chorus)
Everybody get up, everybody get down now
Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can't break the sound now
Let the kick drum beat ya to the ground now
And turn around and tell em what ya found out.
Liquor store shades, no Ray Bans
Broken frames got me looking like a Raiders fan.
Hear us on ya street, you know you want it
Track so hard make a megaphone vomit.
Hey, we ain't got no money
Hey, our kicks are for free
All of our worries are out with the breeze
Cuz we got the fund to the new beat.
(chorus)
Everybody get up, everybody get down now
Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can't break the sound now
Let the kick drum beat ya to the ground now
Then turn around and tell em what ya found out.
Everybody get up, everybody get down now
Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can't break the sound now
What we got gonna make heart pound, pound
Then turn around and tell em what ya found out.
Never gave a damn, about prom king
Always in the parking lot blowing smoke rings.
We tried flirting, with lady luck
But still we ride with the Caddy on the truck
Hey, we ain't got no money
Hey, our kicks are for free
All of our worries are out with the breeze
Cuz we got the fund to the new beat.
(chorus)
Everybody get up, everybody get down now
Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can't break the sound now
Let the kick drum beat ya to the ground now
Then turn around and tell em what ya found out.
Everybody get up, everybody get down now
Can you hear me fuck ya shit up, can't break the sound now
What we got gonna make heart pound, pound
Then turn around and tell em what ya found out.
We shimmy shimmy to the sounds of the Timmy.
We shimmy shimmy to the sounds of the Chili.
We shimmy shimmy to the sounds of the Shady.
So come on foxy lady got me feeling all crazy. (3x)
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3. |
pEAcHeZ
03:59
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PEACHEZ
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Peoples is preachin
Think they can teach us
Tell me take the apples but I want the PEACHEZ.
And when it comes to
Habits we are creatures
But I'm in the batter's box your on the fuckin bleachers.
And all you prissy pricks
In Prada T-shirts,
We're flippin' suckers and we're chokin out the leechers.
And if you try to mess
With my sweetness
I'll chop you up and pound you into reese's pieces.
You, You got to do
Do what ya do
You suckers better eat these peachez too.
You got to do
What you want to
Before they try to take them Peachez from you.
Flip up the meaning
So you can see it
Without the fleas on all the shit that you've been eatin.
Straight to the gut
See how you're feelin
And if you throw up then it's probably for a reason.
Your mind is like a sponge
And I'm squeezin
Wring it out until your brains is what your sneezin.
We got the sticky green
That you're breathin
Chalk it, pull it, choke it,
Let the beat sink in.
You, You got to do
Do what ya do
You suckers better eat these peachez too.
You got to do
What you want to
Before they try to take them Peachez from you.
But I want the PEACHEZ too.
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4. |
CeLibATe CeLEbRiTY
04:01
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CELIBATE CELEBRITY
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I bought a cell phone from a celibate celebrity
For a bag of shwag and a couple hits of ecstacy.
I turned it on and some random chick texted me
Nudie pics of her spreadin' her butt cheeks.
So what do I do? Take it to the news,
They put it up on Youtube.
I showed all my friends, who showed all their friends,
Put it in a text press send.
Bitch blew up, shit got huge,
Hope I don't end up sued.
Went to the mail, a letter for me,
and a check for a hundred G's
(chorus)
Hey now baby finding out, what you're working out.
I guess its alright, looking for love in the middle of the night.
Hey now baby freakin' out, won't you calm it down.
I guess its alright, looking for you in the middle of the night.
Now I'm the papa, of the paparazzi lottery.
Don't work for fellas, so Tiger Woods don't try to bother me!
Won't catch me snappin' from the trees or on the streets.
My photos come to me, I leave that shit to TMZ.
So what do I do? Take it to the news,
They put it up on Youtube.
I showed all my friends, who showed all their friends,
Put it in a text press send.
Fame has gone to my head,
Better not wind up dead.
At my trial chicks still shout,
Hope a picture of my ass gets out!
(chorus)
Hey now baby finding out, what you're working out.
I guess its alright, looking for love in the middle of the night.
Hey now baby freakin' out, won't you calm it down.
I guess its alright, looking for you in the middle of the night.
HEY HO
chorus)
Hey now baby finding out, what you're working out.
I guess its alright, looking for love in the middle of the night.
Hey now baby freakin' out, won't you calm it down.
I guess its alright, looking for you in the middle of the night.
HEY HO
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5. |
bEWaRe Of PhONy diSCo
04:08
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BEWARE OF PHONY DISCO
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I know this guy who thinks he's dope
and all he does is talk, talk, talk, talk.
He says that he is the shit cuz of his new remix,
But he's not, not, not, not.
He likes that four on the floor,
That goes Boom Boom.
He likes them fancy cars,
That go Zoom Zoom.
He'll tie your brain into knots with rapid fire name drops.
(chorus)
Beware, Beware of phony disco.
They gonna make you go,
Boom Boom Bang from the waves of their stereo, oh oh oh oh.
Beware, Beware of phony disco
You know it's all the same
Boom Boom Bang that they play from their stereo, oh oh oh oh.
I know this girl who thinks she's fly,
but all she does is liel, lie, lie, lie.
She says that she's 25, but I can see by her thighs
That she's not, not, not, not.
She likes that four on the floor,
That goes Boom Boom.
She likes them fancy cars,
That go Zoom Zoom.
Watch out she'll puke in the bar, try to make out in your car.
"Bitch you got hotdog in your gum!"
(chorus)
Beware, Beware of phony disco.
They gonna make you go,
Boom Boom Bang from the waves of their stereo, oh oh oh oh.
Beware, Beware of phony disco
You know it's all the same
Boom Boom Bang that they play from their stereo, oh oh oh oh.
(bridge)
The funky robot's gone junky,
Now they're out for us all.
Yeah they traded brass monkey,
For a disco ball.
(chorus)
Beware, Beware of phony disco.
They gonna make you go,
Boom Boom Bang from the waves of their stereo, oh oh oh oh.
Beware, Beware of phony disco
You know it's all the same
Boom Boom Bang that they play from their stereo, oh oh oh oh.
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6. |
HeLEnA
04:41
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HELENA
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Helena, you're the type of girl,
that don't know about money
That's why I like you
Helena, where are you?
I think I'm feeling uptight,
Hope to see you tonite.
(chorus)
We'll drive through the street till out car breaks down,
Crashing all the bars that we'd find round town,
Then we'll escape through the alleyway,
Put a cigarette in your lips and then you'd say,
"I like you too."
Helena, you're the type of girl,
That when you smile
I smile too.
Helena, now that I've met you,
I can't do anything
Without thinking of you.
(chorus)
We'll drive through the streets till our car breaks down,
Crashing all the bars that we'd find round town,
Then we'll escape through the alleyway,
Put a cigarette in your lips and then you'd say,
Let's run through the streets to your place downtown,
Chat in your bed till the sun comes round,
Then we'll awake in the middle of the day,
Plant your lips on my face and then you'd say,
We'll drive through the streets till our car breaks down,
Crashing all the bars that we'd find round town,
Then we'd escape through the alleyway,
Put a cigarette in your lips and then you'd say,
"I like you too."
Helena, you're the type of girl,
that don't know about money
That's why I like you
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New Beat Fund Los Angeles, California
New Beat Fund birthed when a piggy bank with the words "New Beat Fund" encrypted on it was catapulted into the facade of a corporate building. Somewhere in that transaction it became apparent a jar full of “fuck you's” and “I owe you's” would no longer lend it's help to an artist. So we started our own fund; no debts to the bullshit, just a direct deposit from your's truly. Thanks for Donating. ... more
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