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Music: Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez This one is dedicated to the excitable ones Not the possums playing dead messing with my head "X" amount of action, "X" amount of games For years again I tell you the same, ooh ooh ooo Gone already to the bored of it all type, lingo that I'm seein every single night I'm out Bustin' head for it but your's gets busted right back Lip split and, I messed up but I got back tryin' Don't bother lying 'bout constant dissapointment But the fun in the hunt so quit actin' on a front You're unmotivaded You're sorta faded But the remedy is not so get on with what you got Remember "Lady of Guadelupe" The times my mother made mole After mass we would get home The girls running to the phone And I'm in my bedroom the 45 on my record player Was "We're in this love together" At the time I never realized how songs haunted The ones that I heard I played because I wanted Drawing on my wall from time to time coolin' Making creatures come alive with no schoolin' When I'm on the microphone The method that I make is much patience The method that I make is much patience I wait for the beat and then I make sense I'm comin' in hot forgot you definitely got no clue I'm comin' in hot you got you definitely got so rude Boy actin' coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy I tell ya this is a tribute No one looks as foolish as the excitable ones But then again there's no one has as much fun "X" amount of action, "X" amount of games For years again I tell you the same, ooh ooh ooo Once I met a man who made nearly no mistakes He would never bet on a longshot Never bet on a break and He's condescending and talks gossip galore But the dude was definitely such a bore Hear me now I messed up but I got back trying Don't bother lying 'bout constant dissapointment But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin' on a front Yeah, unmotivated you're sort faded But the real man is not The one hiding behind the gunshot, boom! Time travelin' through my memory There's a younger doug gazin' at the galaxy Space trippin' vato of the stars Searchin' for UFO's from Neptune and Mars Ode to an alien I know you're out there Cosmic lonely heart tell me if you care I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground When I'm on the microphone The method that I make is much patience The method that I make is much patience I wait for the beat and then I make sense I'm comin' in hot forgot you definitely got no clue I'm comin' in hot you got you definitely got so rude Boy actin' coy you got nuts liek Almond Joy I tell ya this is a tribute I'm vexing many mofos but I'm wishing you the best I keep 'bout half my lyrics and I throw out the best Cause fly on by, you can if you want The method that makes sense is patience Hear me now I messed up but I got back trying Don't bother lying 'bout constant dissapointment Let The Cards Fall Music: Hexum; Lyrics: Hexum Let the cards fall Let the cards fall where they may All I can do all I can say Gotta move to trust my instincts and surrender Let my song sing itself I am they who admit what they don't know All my friends excitable they'll tell you so So let the cards fall and fall where they may In checkin' on our conviction dick We run from the shit our own way So what you will so what you wish Follow your bliss on everyday Never ask for an advantage Let the cards fall where they may So let the cards fall And fall where they please Ask me while we're at it I do it with ease Taking up space is the people Who wish to hold you back But in reality the majority Really don't give jack GAP Music: Hexum; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez Purified sounds brush 'em on like paint Teenage dream to work with Ron Saint Home he ain't, we layin' tracks in cali The dude is excitable as a pep rally Since the days of The Eds Grew up westside keeping it real Got nothing to hide Now we are a number there is none greater Take me out sound king yo peace see ya later Let's step out tonight, all night The groove is soothin' Let's step out tonight, alright It's a fellow feelin' With my friends, once again Grape Vess soda pop licorice stick Aunt Mary's summertime backyard picnic "Did you dring my beer Doug?" Yeah I did it Don't tell me to bring you a beer if you think I won't sip it Swingin' on swingin' on jungle gym sets Daddy talkin' bout the horses he bet When I got home my friends phoned Hey holmes Let's step out tonight, all night The groove is doothin' Let's step out tonight, alright It's a fellow feelin' With my friends, once again Eat smoked fish that is my favorite dish Eat smoked fish that is my favorite dish Eat smoked fish that is my favorite dish Eat smoked fish that is my favorite dish Let's step out tonight, all night The groove is soothin' Let's step out tonight, alright It's a feelin' With my friends, once again Firewater Music: Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez Talkin shit like shut up and listen to me Because cutting through the crap is my speciality Like a bomb I'm dropping yes a ton of lead You're trying to figure out the last thing I said I'm a redwood I love to be a tree yes I'm a druid My words are flowing out like a fluid Never give in never conform I'll be bustin' out rhymes in a triplet form Dead leaves on the trees in spring Can't hear the birds sing A light powdered snow on the ground is glistening Vipers slither atop a colder ground they quiver A crack in the sky snow is falling and inside we shiver While I doze I suppose I could get lost With a brownskin friend claiming kin to crazy horse I stink of vino my greasy clothes are rancid but I tip the bottle back the spirits are in me kid Fire water call it liquid rapture Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature Fire water the world's a mixture Of broken liquored people get the picture Fire water call it liquid rapture Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature Fire water the world's a mixture Of broken liquored people get the picture Whiskey be spittle at the corners of my mouth I'm rather liquored light flickers I got the shakes and jitters I roll I'm like raging bull bumrushin' the show Hand to my head sway in the fire I've waded into All alone except for the whiskey voices Whores laught neon signs flash other choices I stagger stumble to toast the past while I mumble Slur my song slow porno show marquee words crumble Fire water call it liquid rapture Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature Fire water the world's a mixture Of broken liquored people get the picture Fire water call it liquid rapture Into the flash and flames of my crazy nature Fire water the world's a mixture Of broken liquored people get the picture You're hangin' around the house with all your friends Steady drinking smoking the green weed And head is sort of blinking You're going with the flow And everybody is getting plowed The voices and the music and the noise is getting loud You got a heavy buzz on when seven o'clock rolls around So you piule inside the clunker start heading downtown Only nineteen but you know where you can get it So you slide inside the bar and everything is hitting By about eleven o'clock your brain is near dead You really can't remember who was the one that said Let's go into the bathroom and meet this guy Chuck He's got a thirty dollar white powder pick me up Ten minutes later the whole vibe had changed You try for conversation But you know you're acting strange Your eyes are wide open but your smile is gone You just keep fiending 'til the fucking break of dawn Vipers slither atop a colder ground they quiver A crack in the sky snow is falling and inside we shiver While I doze I suppose |
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