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Welcome to Art
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I see you staring
Like I’m a little tasty treat
And you want to make me feel your heat
Hard like beef sweats so hot
Your eyes, I think they’ve got me melting
I know when I’m feeling sexy
The place where I want to be
Oh baby, let’s go and drink drank
Eat the meat
Let’s go and swallow all our pain
Let’s go get drunk at Arby’s
Frick yeah
They say we’re strung out
Like overdone curly fries
Because we’re raging every single night
Down at Arby’s, eat fresh
Drink gin, until you’re not dead inside
I know when I’m feeling lonely
The place where I want to be
Oh baby, let’s go and drink drank
Eat the meat
Let’s go and swallow all our pain
Let’s go get drunk at Arby’s
Fuck yeah
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Some say that I’m a hermit
But that just isn’t right
I’m not agoraphobic
I just don’t go outside
Don’t like to see my neighbors
They always kill my vibe
Observing all my movements
Undress me with their eyes
Everyone’s always hustlin'
Tryin’ to sell me somethin’
The only moment I can truly be myself is Sunday
Nobody’s anywhere and everything’s free
(Sunday)
Nobody’s pushing their position on me
(Sunday)
No Wednesday whiskey specials
Everyone crawling round
Drunk and
feelin’ sexual
Some swanky part of town
No need to fight for parking
I’d rather stay at home
Update my social pages
And watch my toenails grow
I’ve got direct deposit
Skeletons in my closet
UV protected, I’m content all by myself on Sunday
Nobody’s anywhere and everything’s free
(Sunday)
Nobody’s pushing their position on me
(Sunday)
You might think I'm a psycho
But you’re just like me, I know
Wastin’ your weekdays
working wishin’
wishin’
it was
Sunday
Nobody’s anywhere and everything’s free
(Sunday)
Nobody’s pushing their position on me
(Sunday)
Nobody’s anywhere and everything’s free
(Sunday)
Nobody’s pushing their position on me
(Sunday)
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Tonight going to a party
Think I’ll get there exactly when it’s starting
This will maximize my socializing
Oh my goodness this is so exciting
Girl then I see you dancing free
You make me weak in the knees
But I’ll still climb your family tree
Stepping out on the scene
I got my fancy genes
Stepping out on the scene
Trying to build my legacy
I hope that you understand just what I mean by fancy genes
The moment I arrived at the shindig
I saw you staring and I knew that I would win big
I felt my body turn from solid to liquid
Can’t wait for us to get all handsy like some big squid
Girl, would you like to dance with me?
Don’t make me get down on my knees
Have you done 23 and me?
Oh I just wanna climb your family tree
Stepping out on the scene
Got my fancy genes
Stepping out on the scene
Trying to build my legacy
I don’t think you understand quite what I mean by fancy genes
Stepping out on the scene
Got my fancy genes
Stepping out on the scene
Trying to build my legacy
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Your kisses taste like jazz
Like wasting away your golden years
Thinking about the past
Tastes like the way you laughed
On that fourth street rooftop
Five years disappeared so fast
Your kisses taste like jazz
I don’t know what you want from me anymore
Losing hair like autumn leaves
Falling off the sun burned branch
Of a dying tree
Everyday I feel a just little bit farther far away
I think I understand why you used to say
When I sleep I don’t even dream anymore
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My mother is on the fleek again
Fleek again, this week again
Trying to beat the heat again
My mother is on the street again
Fresh meat again, you creep again
So shut up your mouth
Hop in the vette
Step on the gas, cause you’re in my way
Put on a pot of coffee
Strap on my Sunday shoes
Trying, failing to
Shake off the Sunday blues
Wondering where you’re wandering
Scared you forget yourself
Well, maybe this time you won’t end up in jail
My mother is on the fleek again
Fleek again, this week again
Trying to beat the heat again
My mother is on the street again
Fresh meat again, you creep again
So shut up your mouth
Hop in the vette
Step on the gas, cause you’re in my way
Why don’t you ever call me?
Why aren’t you by my side?
Bunk bed, empty
Even when daddy died
Sometimes I hate my family
Sometimes I hate myself
Well, oh well, at least i won’t end up in hell
Hey bros, you ready?
Let’s do it again.
My mother is on the fleek again
Fleek again, this week again
Trying to beat the heat again
My mother is on the street again
Fresh meat again, you creep again
So shut up your mouth
Hop in the vette
Step on the gas, cause you’re in my way
I love this woman crazy
But I can’t do this my self
Well, oh well, I guess I’ll put her in a home
My mother is on the fleek again
Fleek again, this week again
Trying to beat the heat again
My mother is on the street again
Fresh meat again, you creep again
So shut up your mouth
Hop in the vette
Step on the gas, cause you’re in my way
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Man, you wear me out
You leave me hanging
Vulture, circling overhead
I will hunt you
Go back to your congregation
That killed its god
You killed your god
And ate it’s babies
Throw it all up
Pour it down
The throats of all your little birds
Coddle, keep them fat and bored
They will thank you
Can’t you see wait you’ve done, Egg?
You fucked yourself
With your own cross
Phony
Go back to your congregation
That killed its god
You killed your god
And ate it’s babies
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Nick Campbell Destroys Los Angeles, California
Los Angeles native, electric bass player, Nick Campbell is reinventing the jazz genre for this generation. Flipping traditional conventions on their head, Nick’s unique penchant for superimposing triadic patterns over static harmony has brought a modern twist to “getting modal,” creating a distinctive yet eccentric sound of his own. Fancy Jeans ft. Jacob Luttrell out Aug 1st. ... more
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