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Finding heaven
Finding heaven
Beat the hell out of you
Beat the hell out of you
Beat the hell out of you
Beat the hell out of you
Rise in the fall
Alhamdulillah
Lilith was a rock
And now we don’t gotta talk to you
Oh my god
They got em in their jaws
Got the un deux trois
Let em swallow their hurrah
Or slaughter me, Leviticus
Tattoo in my mouth proclaiming
I don’t have my innocence
Take me down in increments
To punish me for insolence
Hate me for the clay
Let the dirt make me infamous
Think you put me in a predicament?
Think that you’re really so omnipotent
Ipse dixit, I say you’re wrong
I came to quit, alhamdulillah
Do you know my lyrics
Or are you just kinda into me
Want my hole-y spirit
I’m a mirror of divinity
You’re made in my image
But ignore my masculinity
Bi’s beyond your limit
And I’m already a trinity
U-G-L-Y, turn the sun up til you fry
I’m hungry, yeah yeah, I’m hungry
H-U-N, G-R-Y, turn the sun up til I fry
I’m ugly, yeah yeah, I’m ugly
Alhamdulillah
Baby I’m a pisces
Fishing for the right breeze
Hook me into you and then you
Throw me back to spite me
Spare me all your crises
Swimming through your psyche
I don’t wanna do the work
Cause you don’t even like me
Finding heaven
Finding heaven
Beat the hell out of you
Beat the hell out of you
Beat the hell out of you
Beat the hell out of you
I was free, I was giant
Loved the way that it felt
Oh to be, always flying
Til the day that I fell
U-G-L-Y, turn the sun up til you fry
I’m hungry, yeah yeah, I’m hungry
H-U-N, G-R-Y, turn the sun up til I fry
I’m ugly, yeah yeah, I’m ugly
I guess I’m free now
You hear that quiet ring
You’re gonna see now
That baby, I’m the pirate king
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2. |
god is a slumlord
02:57
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Are you done now
Rat rat rat rat rat
Woohoo
Rat rat rat rat rat
Bang bang bang bang bang
Sucker
It’s all true, i’m the worst
Cry about it, how it h-h-h-h-hurts
Run around saying birth is a curse
Til inert in the dirt,
Man, I’m so overworked
And now you’re so ungrateful
You said your plate’s too full
But your plate’s full
Mama made you so disgraceful
No seat for you at the table
Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
Sucker
Rat rat rat rat rat
Rat rat rat rat rat
Bang bang bang bang bang
Rat rat rat rat rat
Rat rat rat rat rat
Bang bang bang bang bang
Sucker
Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
Si te vienen a contar cositas malas de mí
Diles que sí, que yo te dije que sí fui
Sucker
Are you new here, boss
I’ve been here since the lights came on
Are you new here, boss
I’ve been here since the lights came on
Brand new match wanna strike, flame on
But I’ve been here since the lights came on
Brand new man wanna fight, game on
But I’ve been playin since the lights came on
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They grinned like a cage
Mind a left shoe on a right foot body
Worsened with age
Slipping like shadows each page
Got a brain like a match
Spark and then hatch and then burn down softly
Age and it's worse
No tyrant's castle's complete without a curse
And nothing comes out of the gate
But tales to make children behave
They fail to keep people safe
Keep the bull close
Cold as the clouds hope
That the beasts will coven in their grave
And if the castle that no one knows
Will sink under the king's toes
When the sea comes to greet him
And punish his greed
If I'm not the man will I go
Huh
I think this body’s ugly
I’d rather be a tidal wave
L-u-c-k-y lucky
Don’t wanna eat I hate the game
I think this body’s ugly
I think the grin looks like a cage
L-u-c-k-y lucky
Don’t wanna be I hate my name
Yeah? oh no
Ugh
Yeah? okay
Ugh
Everything is usually easy for me
What’s all of this bullshit
I don’t wanna do it
Everything is usually easy for me
Crashed here on a comet
You make me want to vomit
Everything is usually easy for me
What’s all of this bullshit
I don’t wanna do it
Everything is usually easy for me
Prison for a goddess
Binding up colossus
Stigmata matters, mama
Man, do my palms hurt
I don’t wanna be madonna
I am a monster
Turning trauma into dogma
So I can conjure
Devil out of dalai lama’s
Honor to conquer
You
I won’t do
What you do
Unless you do it to me first
Y’all know we got that groove
Let me see your body move
Ah-oo, ah-ah
Oo oo, ah-ah ah-ah
Yeah, oh no
Ugh
Yeah okay
Ugh
Everything is usually easy for me
What’s all of this bullshit?
I don’t wanna do it
Everything is usually easy for me
Prison for a goddess
Binding up colossus
I won’t do
What you do
Unless you do it to me first
Y’all know we got that groove
Let me see your body move
Ah-oo, ah-ah
Oo oo, ah-ah ah-ah
I would make mistakes to restart
Really bad ones
I would drive a stake through my heart
If I had one
I would make mistakes to restart
Really bad ones
I would drive a stake through my heart
If I had one
I think this body’s ugly
I’d rather be a tidal wave
L-u-c-k-y lucky
Don’t wanna eat I hate the game
I think this body’s ugly
I think the grin looks like a cage
L-u-c-k-y lucky
Don’t wanna be I hate my name
You got an empty fuckin head
Like a parliament
Recessed like the filter
Call the blank space opulence
You think that confidence
The opposite of consequence
Switch can't top
But your drop falls, bottomless
Heaven, between, or to hell
I'm nonmonogamous
And baby, oh gee
And then oh well, you're done
Regardless
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4. |
e.t. (clean version)
04:23
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Sit down
Sit down
Sit down
Sit down
I threw out my Con-Air
I threw out my lipsticks
If i still had long hair
Would I get the good shifts?
I was by the pool
I still had my shirt on
I was feelin cool
Til they put the hurt on
Lady
E and the T
E E and the and the and the
E and the T
E E E and the and the
I don't get it
And the T
E E and the and the and the
E and the T
E E E and the and the
Listen lady
Listen lady
Listen lady
Listen lady
I was at the hospital
I was getting blood drawn
Saw my biological
Then I saw their smile gone
I was at a table
Writing in my serve book
I mentioned my partner
Then I got a weird look
Okay
Lady know you're rocked
Because you don't know what you see
But can you please stop
Looking at me like I'm ET
Lady know you're rocked
Because you don't know what you see
But can you please stop
Looking at me like I'm ET
I don't get it
E and the T
E E and the and the and the
E and the T
E E E and the and the
And the T
E E and the and the and the
E and the T
E E E and the and the
T T T T
I'm not what you see
I'm not what you see
Tell the lady
Sorry and I'd love to stay
But you're not even gonna call me by my name
Sorry and I'd love to stay
But you're not even gonna call me by my name
I thought you were trans
Well I am, that's the Lipton
Woman or a man
G-ddamn I'm a cryptid
Turnt off the E and the T
That I'm sippin
You don't like me, baby
Keep your distance
Lady know you're rocked
Because you don't know what you see
But can you please stop
Looking at me like I'm ET
Lady know you're rocked
Because you don't know what you see
But can you please stop
Looking at me like I'm ET
I'm not what you see
I'm not what you see
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5. |
pterocherubim
04:59
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You don't even trust yourself
Whachu want, whachu want
Whachu want baby
I'm the flesh, I'm the blood
I'm the one, whachu want
I miss feelin excited
Something's gone or something's lost
And I find myself hiding
Something's off or something's wrong
The way the air used to smell
I'd cut my hair and I'd feel new
But now I'm too tired to tell
What I wanna do
What I wanna do
Keep making food
Put it back in the fridge
Because making it scratches the itch
I've got no appetite
You don't wanna see me on a bad day
This is only halfway
Wait until the switch
Clicks
Trust us, trust us
This time's for real
I know how to fix how you feel
Trust us, trust us
This time is different
I can make you happy
Just listen
I could say I wanna do it
Cause I'm going through it
But what does that do
I used to love to turn to it
And use and abuse it
But then I found you
It's funny how the hell
Makes me feel like myself
Makes me feel like myself
Makes me feel like myself
It's funny how the hell
Makes me feel like myself
Makes me feel like myself
I feel like myself
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6. |
im gd thx
04:46
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Tilt back your head and fucking take it
Goddamn
Fucking take it
Tilt back your head and fucking take it
Fucking take
He
We used to love each other
He
Or so we said
He
Oh, baby, you got me workin
Got me workin for you nine to five
Oh, baby, you'd be the prettiest
You would be the prettiest of brides
Oh, baby, what a waste now
You don't need to but I want inside
If you're slippin out of body
Can I slip between your thighs
Oh, baby, this isn't workin
Know that you're eating yourself alive
Oh, baby, you were so perfect
It's a shame about the shit inside
Don't know what you think happened
But, baby, you can still turn this around
I think it's all the fakin
Tell enough and lies will start to drown you
Oh what a waste, what a waste
What a waste, what a waste
What a waste, what a waste
Would you tell god to do his job
Right to his fuckin face?
Oh what a waste, what a waste
What a waste, what a waste
What a waste, what a waste
You think it's wrong
But you're in outer fuckin space
Tilt back your head and fucking take it
Goddamn
Fucking take it
Tilt back your head and fucking take it
Fucking take
Ease my way
Why you gotta tie yourself to this
Ease my way
Can't you cut it off and let it go
Walk around the lake
A couple times before we jump in
Say you wanna feed the fish
You might be onto somethin
Oh, shit, fuck
I think I need a hit
Oh, shit, fuck
Because my body doesn't work right
Oh, shit, fuck
C'mon and gimme it
Oh, shit, fuck
C'mon and gimme it
Oh, baby, you got me workin
Got me workin for you nine to five
Oh, baby, you got me workin
Got me workin for you nine to
Gimme it
Gimme it
Gimme
Fuck a comeback kid
I’m the come out kid
Better hold that cap
Cause im flipping lids
Know you dig my kicks
Cause I run this shit
I’m a heart attack
Watch me stop that
Yeah I know I got a box
I’m not taking suggestions
Tell em get the strap
Not talkin bout a weapon
You know either thought
It’s best to get protection
And you like me a lot
So why you feel threatened
Maybe you’ve forgotten where I came from
Breadcrumbs
Leading to the witch’s house to get numb
Free buzz
Beating through the forest just to get home
Oh no
Bleeding both your forces like my two bone
Logo
I’ve been waiting all year long
Now you’re gonna get it
Heard what you told everyone
You’re gonna regret it
Blaming me for everything
Now I want my credit
Fallen one’s god’s favorite son
And don’t you dare forget it
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fantasy factory
04:35
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Whoops
I got tired of it
Always thinking I would hit and miss
Know you miss me
Cause of what I did
What a pity
I don't give a
Know you miss her
I got tired of it
So I killed her
Reconcile with it
What a city
Know you miss when I was pretty
What a pity, pity
I got this feeling on a summer day
When you were gone
I crashed my car into the bridge
I watched, I let it burn
I threw your shit into a bag
And pushed it down the stairs
I crashed my car into the bridge
I don't care
Baby, I can't be your
Fantasy factory
Think maybe
That's the reason you're mad at me
I'm sorry
That you felt like I had to be
I won't be
Your fantasy factory
Tell me the truth, baby
Tell me the truth, honey
Tell me the truth, darlin
Tell me the truth, baby
Don't you think I'm pretty anymore
Don't you think I'm pretty anymore
Don't I get you going anymore
Don't you think I'm pretty anymore
I got this feeling on a summer day
When you were gone
I crashed my car into the bridge
I watched, I let it burn
I threw your shit into a bag
And pushed it down the stairs
I crashed my car into the bridge
I don't care
Baby, I can't be your
Fantasy factory
Think maybe
That's the reason you're mad at me
I'm sorry
That you felt like I had to be
I won't be
Your fantasy factory
Tell me the truth, baby
Tell me the truth, honey
Tell me the truth, darlin
Tell me the truth, baby
Don't you think I'm pretty anymore
Don't you think I'm pretty anymore
Don't I get you going anymore
Don't you think I'm pretty anymore
Kiss my ass
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8. |
boy of the yearniverse
05:25
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But all homosexuals are not passive
Some resort to violence
Sh
Ay, ay
How you doin
Ay, ay
Whachu need
Ay, you're
Goin through it
Stand up
Make em bleed
Sh, sh, guys, guys, guys
Uh, uh,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, so
My ex still feels bad
When you beat it where my tonsils be
I don’t know why they’re mad
Cause they cheated on me constantly
They lied to me a lot
About lying horizontally
But that’s all been forgotten
Cause now I got autonomy
And I get whatever I wa-wa wa-wa want
Don’t let it ha, ha-ha-ha
ha-ha-ha-ha-ha haunt me, no
I get whatever I wa-wa wa-wa want
In the back and fa-fa-fa
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa front, yeah
Wanna get high
Swallow your fears
Burn out your eyes
Blow out your ears
Wanna get high
Swallow your fears
Horrible guy
Boy of the year
I’ve been in the mirror thinkin
I should cut my tits off
We were never heat or I’d care
That that makes your dick soft
You could never spear her
Now you’ll hear him getting pissed off
Tenderize your meat, corkscrew
I’m a twist off
Say I’m still a babe and even though
And watch me ice across
I can code in python
But I don’t care for your micro-soft
Your dick see the future, dude
Then pull out your kaleidocock
And okay computer
No surprises when I don’t defrost
I don’t care
If you hate my hair
If you fuck with me
You’re aware
I should make you scared
That’s enough for me
I don’t care
If you hate my hair
If you fuck with me
You’re aware
I should make you scared
That’s enough for me
Wanna get high
Swallow your fears
Burn out your eyes
Blow out your ears
Wanna get high
Swallow your fears
Horrible guy
Boy of the year
Sh
Ay, ay
How you doin
Ay, ay
Whachu need
Ay, you're
Goin through it
Stand up
Make em bleed
Hear that loud that makes your ears hurt
That's the sound of gloves comin off
See that flag that makes your eyes burn
Waving now, then stuck in your boss
I’m not your kept bitch, I’m the
Boy of the year
Not your, dream girl, I’m the
Boy of the year
I’m not your, mistress, I’m the
Boy of the year
Yeah, I’m the whole world, I’m the
Boy of the year
I’m not your girlfriend, I’m the
Boy of the year
Uh, I’m the president, I’m the
Boy of the year
Today’s my birthday, I’m the
Boy of the year
Today’s my first date, I’m the
Boy of the year
La da, da-da-da da
La-da, da-da, da da, da-da da-da
La la-la da-da, da-da da-da
La-la, da-da, da-da, da-da da-da
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9. |
king me
04:17
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Come to see me
Love the light that you're bathed in
You can be me
I'll be you, and then there's him
Come to see me
Love the light that you're bathed in
You can be me
I'll be you, so are you in?
Let's trade identities, turn off the lights
I'll pray to your god and you pray to mine
Curtains split and the lights stab, yuh
Half beer drunk on the nightstand, yuh
Sorry to the guy, he's a nice man, yuh
Not my type but his wife's bad
Know the blinding light of cities burning
Closer fire's brighter than the sun
Someday planned on otherwise returning
But I never see the ruins in the dark
Born on the solstice
Sharpen the edge between seasons with both fists
Torn and my soul splits
Splinter to being insulted by both sets
Blood made of water
Wine made of blood made of food made of dollars
Why do I bother
Can't buy my freedom so fuck it I'll barter
Let's trade identities, turn off the lights
I'll pray to your god and you pray to mine
I'm a better woman than you, I'm a better man
Curtains split and the lights stab, yuh
Half beer drunk on the nightstand, yuh
Sorry to the guy, he's a nice man, yuh
Not my type but his wife's bad
Know the blinding light of cities burning
Closer fire's brighter than the sun
Someday planned on otherwise returning
But I never see the ruins in the dark
No, I never see the ruins in the dark
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10. |
famous
02:28
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We don't fuck with you or your friends no more
We don't fuck with you or your friends no more
Know your favorite artist is the greatest
Shame that it came out that he's a rapist
Separate the art, you can pick it apart, but
When he comes to town, are you gonna say shit?
We don't play it
We don't play that shit
We don't play, bitch
And I don't give a fuck if you're famous
We don't play it
We don't fuck with you or your friends no more
We don't play that shit
We don't play it
And I don't give a fuck if you're famous
I know what you did and what you are
Play it
I know that you would if you were me
Play that shit
I know what you bid and what you want
Play it
I heard what you said on the TV
Play that shit
Play it
I know that you would if you were me
Play that shit
Play it
I heard what you said on the TV
Play that shit
I know what you did and what you
I know what you did and what you
I know that you would if you were me
I know what you did and what you
I know what you did and what you
I heard what you said on the TV
Play that shit
Play it
I know that you would if you were me
Play it
I heard what you said on the TV
Play that shit
Know your favorite artist is the greatest
Play it
Shame that it came out that he's a rapist
Play that shit
Separate the art, you can pick it apart, but
Play it
When he comes to town, are you gonna say shit?
Play that shit
We don't
We don't fuck with you or your friends no more
We don't
We don't fuck with you or your friends no more
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11. |
benedict bootlicker
03:48
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Be careful, the ass that you’re kissing
Sits high on a throne of their lips
Be careful, the boots that you’re licking
Aren’t gonna taste bad as the fist
But would you consider it winning
When really you wasted your wish
For someone who’s tired of swimming
You sure wanna sleep with the fish
Bring me your roster
Bring me a sign
Make me an offer
Call me divine
I’m
Benedict bootlicker
I’ll eat your loose slipper
Know you wanted saving
But you got me
I am the suit picker
I’ll pick which fruits picture
Ends up on the pavement
with roses in the street
Cluck cluck then I learned
They can’t eat me if I eat you first
Cluck cluck
They can’t eat me if I
They can’t eat me if I eat you first
They can’t hate me if you’re the worst
They can’t eat me if I eat you first
They can’t hate me if you’re the worst
I was a surly little fucker
With my pearly teeth
Until somebody popped a sucker
Just to buck and bleed
And then before he threw another hit
I rolled my molars, tongue, and spit
And begged him if I clucked and snitched
Would he leave me
Alone
Now I lay me down to sleep
Don’t need to pray for your defeat
The shit you talk you’re gonna eat
If you keep licking boots
You’ll get kicked in the teeth
Benedict bootlicker
I’ll eat your loose slipper
Know you wanted saving
But you got me
I am the suit picker
I’ll pick which fruits picture
Ends up on the pavement
With roses in the street
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12. |
longlong
07:09
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Slow
Slow down to reach me
Slow down to reach me
Weigh down your feet
Why
Why don’t you take it
Take just a second
I know you can’t
For you and me
Well so it goes
I hope you know
I wouldn’t have been mad
I'd lick you like a rudder licks the sea
And build myself from spit and sand
But
What’s a pirate to a ghost
And why’s the ocean beat the land
And who would own
The stones I stacked
Together
Just to call myself myself a man
And my hunger seemed to vanish,
Like the sea through my sieved hands
Dreamworld moments after waking
Back in ours
Wouldn’t anybody famished
Drink the entire atlantic
For the salt to brine the the sweetness
That we soured
Why
Why don’t you take it
Take just a
I know you can't
All I ever want to do
Is make you feel as loved
As I long to be
Every gesture makes my hands hurt
Don’t leave
Me empty
All I ever want to do
Is make you feel as loved
As I long to be
Every gesture makes my hands hurt
Don’t leave
Me empty
All I ever want to do
Is make you feel as loved
As I long to be
And I long to be
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13. |
wings/back
07:26
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When I get back
Will you still be there
Know you wanna be, wanna be
So I guess that’s on me
And how long I
Take
Hey are you still awake
Think I made a mistake
Gotta shed like a snake
Something in me makes me wreck shit
All the time, I wanna wreck shit
See a button, gotta press it
Blow it up, slip out the exit
Something in me makes me wreck shit
All the time, I wanna wreck shit
See a button, gotta press it
Blow it up, slip out the exit
And I’ll
Crawl
Back one more time
Before the fall
To smile
Dissolve
And make you mine
Before you’re all
Gone
When I came out, all my privilege left in a moment
Like you push out breath when you’re moanin
And I never really noticed how much nicer people’d be
Til I cut off all my hair and lost invisibility
Now I go to different stores so the men don’t glare
Say don’t call me 'them' because they don’t care
Now, wonder why it seems
Like a different kind of suffering
Beggin
Come out, come out to me
Come out, come out into the light
Come out, come out and breathe
Come out tonight
But
Am I gonna get stared at?
Kinda makes me wish I had my hair back
Wish so bad I didn’t care man
Kinda makes me wish I had my hair back
You'll be asleep before my night's done
When I get back
Will you still be there
Know you wanna be, wanna be
So I guess that’s on me
And how long I
Take
Like you pull in breath when you're yawning
And I’ll
Crawl
Back one more time
Before the fall
To smile
Dissolve
And make you mine
Before you’re all
Gone
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MEDUSA Buffalo, New York
Medusa is a "revenge pop" musician based in New York. They're pretty sure they subconsciously stole calling their music "___-pop" from their friend Zand, who coined "ugly-pop," but it's way too late in the game to undo it now.
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