1. |
Bitch Face
01:26
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My bitch face shall not rest
‘til I myself am dead
In bitter pills and looks that kill
my work here will be done
Has my countenance offended?
Is my visage an affront?
Have I sullied the aesthetics of your Sunday brunch?
You were hoping for an open door and I did not oblige
I can’t spare you the favor, the labor of a smile
I’m sullen and I’m rude
Won’t fix my attitude
My bitch face shall not rest
‘til I myself am dead
In bitter pills and looks that kill
my work here will be done
I’m never going over to your fucking bright side
I swear all that is evil goes there to sleep at night
Instead I’ll sing out my praises of this trait with which I’m blessed
I’ll wear it proudly cause without it I’m never fully dressed
My affect is a knife
I’m here to kill your vibe
My bitch face shall not rest
‘til I myself am dead
In bitter pills and looks that kill
my work here will be done
In bitter pills and looks that could kill
my work here will be done
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2. |
Your Dead Not Mine
01:21
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3. |
Eat Shit
01:26
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Another day, another dollar
Another dinner working late
How long will I be knee-deep
in the muck of your mistakes?
It’s a dirty deal
But candy-coat it and I might not even notice when I’m swallowing your last meal
You lay the sugar on thick
I bet you think you’re real slick
But sugar on shit still tastes like shit
And sugar I’ve had enough of it
Eat shit!
Eat shit!
I don’t wanna work in your dirt no more, I quit!
So eat shit!
Well there’s pizza in the break room,
affirmations on the wall
You don’t believe in conflict
that you can’t kick to HR
But I’ve got mutiny on my mind today
And I don’t need to meditate or medicate, I need to fuckin rage
Eat shit!
Eat shit!
I don’t wanna work in your dirt no more, I quit!
So eat shit!
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4. |
Asshole BF
01:12
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5. |
Best I Can Do
01:49
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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times
you were the worst of all
Dead set on the dream that you invented for me
but you were chasing a long dead star
And the time went so fast
in the waters of impasse
You dragging me deeper as I fought back
You were doing your best
but you were so out of breath
I know that you’ve got regrets
And I wish you could just tell me so
I wish I had other language
than blame and anger
If I sang it would it hurt less?
Letting you go is the best I can do
We were born in an’80s hangover
That achy enclosure was all we knew
It was the best of times
it was the worst of times
I was the worst of all
Ever slam of a door
was a shot in a war I was fighting before i could crawl
And the time went so fast
in the waters of impasse
Me dragging you deeper as you fought back
I was doing my best
but I was so out of breath
you know that I’ve got regrets
And I wish I could just tell you so
I wish I had other language
than blame and anger
If I sang it would it hurt less?
Letting you go is the best I can do
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6. |
Avocado
01:32
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Avocado avocado no
Avocado avocado no
Avocado avocado no
Avocado avocado no
Avocado avocado no
Avocado avocado no
Avocado avocado no
Avocado avocado no
Avocado avocado no
Avocado avocado no
Avocado avocado no
Avocado avocado GO!!
She's an avocado queen (best she'll ever be)
Get her while she's green (If you know what i mean)
x2
Avocado avocado no
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7. |
Spider House
01:58
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Night falls, nocturnal things emerge
They creep and crawl from their hideouts in the earth
The spider that came under the door
You killed it but you know there are more
Don’t close your eyes you gotta stay alert
Nobody sleeps in the Spider House
No, you won’t even turn the lights out
Don’t forget there are eyes all over your room
You better play by the spider house rules
It’s gonna be a long night
Nobody sleeps in the Spider House
In the quiet your senses succumb to fear
It gets hard to separate what’s real
From the spirals of a spider’s web
And the circles that you spin in your head
You’re caught in the spokes of your own gossamer wheels
Nobody sleeps in the Spider House
No, you won’t even turn the lights out
Don’t forget there are eyes all over your room
You better play by the spider house rules
It’s gonna be a long night
Nobody sleeps in the Spider House
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8. |
Parents
01:20
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9. |
Genius
01:19
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Aaron Liao - Lead Vocals & Bass
Maddie Rice - Background Vocals & Guitar
x - Background Vocals & Drums
Recorded at 49 Shade in Brooklyn, NY
Mixed & Mastered in Los Angeles, CA by Maximillian Sink
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10. |
Name
01:13
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I’m working on a rebrand, yeah, here’s the pitch
I’m gonna be the multi-hyphenated motivated innovator that I’ve always wished
I’m gonna get my shit together
Fix my issues or whatever
Man, I’ve followed every letter
so why aren’t I getting better?
Nothing ever sticks
Name!
What’s in a name?
By any other I would feel the same
Name!
What’s in a name?
I’m fucking tragic, I’m a loser with a lot of
big plans, and it’s a pity
I’ll just abandon them in panic cause I cannot handle anything, who am I kidding?
Name!
What’s in a name?
By any other I would feel the same
Name!
What’s in a name?
I’m fucking tragic and I’m always gonna be this way
By any other I would feel the same
Yeah I’m pathetic
And it’s probably genetic
I’m fucking tragic and I’m always gonna be that way
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