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Last time I first met you, something in my eye
Lookin at your face, as I penetrate both sides
Why must I love two fake plastic tits?
Why must I love such unabated arrogance?
Seems like a TV is just a make-up masterpiece
THat might be good for you, but it won't do shit for me
Goodbye, goodbye my lady, pretty baby, cause out on an ocean is where I found, a beautiful girl
Now it's dawn and I'm a cripple, cold water in my face
Look at my heart swimmin' as I go from place to place
Weed, sweet cherry pie, I hope you fuckin' multiply
Cause I ain't leavin' til' my face is red, and my socks are off
cause it's so easy to get into you, I just take my time and pull out when I'm through.
Elect the mercy of an untamed majesty.
Those who would drown in you found of natural affinity
Goodbye, my pride, my anxiety deep inside
Cause when we've gone, we've drop the bomb, youi'll still always be a beautiful girl
Right left go
get on or think about it
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Hell to Pay
03:06
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Well I'm screamin, I'm cryin', please stop this new violence another way, another way
This axis of evil might surely be real, in our place, USA
The ignorance of all the masses kills inadavertently
While our president hordes information, so that we can't see
That our economics benefit a coterie, well it's all so sad, but there's gonna be hell to pay
Well the air in our world stains flags when unfurled, slow decay, for you and me
THe distance between us, still fathomed by genius, we're fed intravenous, our brains clot, they deceive us, then we get the government that we deserve.
Where what's right is not right and what's wrong we can't discern
Well there's gonna be hell to pay
We must castigate the conglomerates, or else our days will end up in decay
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Idyllwild
03:36
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Where the trees grow, we grow exponentially
Where the fields grow, nature operates in harmony
Where the wind blows, a fuel dominates autonomy
Where the rivers flow a waste bent to wage go out to sea
We fabricate, we pack and we smooth
and desperately we vow to live again
the conscience laden bow in lieu of sin
and sing our praise to those on whom we dine
the truth, in desperation everybody dies
no matter color class or sin we're always equal in the end
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Well it's the last time I tell you how I feel anymore, I'm sick and tired of being rejected by you dimwit fucking whores, well they get into bed at the drop of just one damn dime, well it's just the last time that I hear you call my name, in the middle of the night
Can't stand it had to be, hope you don't get mad at me, when I say you done fucked your head up on cigarettes plus alcohol weed and ecstasy, well I'm not too proud , I must get laid right now, somehow I do resist this, vicious circle goes round and round.
Don't stop me I tried but won't be cheated no more, get fucked for fienden' for goddamn whores, well I'm justified, cause I got mine, now I place one daughter on precious time, Ya fine I came, ya fine I went, and I've kissed some broads the devil, now I'm different, thank merciful God somehow I dig it deep politely baby
Now I know we had some good times, in our late night escapades, but I'll be hittin that pussy the last time, in my late night belligerent ways, ya I was trying to be a good man, and stave up that insatiable but, I done hit it too quick, to wander down in it, could you refuse to fuck more than once if this vicious circle went round and round? Well this vicious circle, went round and round.
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Tuff (100%)
02:36
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Boys play with army toys, and sooner or later we will have to act to cool, it's the golden rule amongst us fools.
Guys, with the starin' eyes, so good at, hiding insecurity, not sharing feelings publicly, become men, lackin oxygen and payin' women to so those things their wives don't dare to do.
Fade to gramps, he's not humpin grams, in a life of labor he will need her companionship, cause once those tuff years passed, she'll be kickin his ass.
He was T-U-F-F, 100%, he's not wearin' pink, he's drinkin heavily, mullet drivin corvette
Well I'm T-U-F-F 100%, with that RnB in SUV neck, BMW scene.
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Numb
02:47
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Your problems pale in comparison
What's the meaning of it all
I'll lie right here on my back, when I'm already numb.
It's all made up in your head
Well I thought it out, beyond reasoning
Try not to try so hard to try, when you're already numb.
Then I'm already numb.
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Bourgeoisie
02:22
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You see the bourgeoisies' tyranny, oh no!
You see the rats feed on the scraps
Its natures way to fuckin kill it all, stop, start up again
Indignant fleas spread all the wrath
No such stoppin', there aint nothin' you can do
Youve got the fever, you cant see her
Its inside you, youre inside of the plague
No such stoppin' the plague
It cant be me, well it must be you
So say, goodbye goodbye goodbye, equanimity rules
Plague
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Salt on Pepper
06:21
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I'm not cryin' babe
I've got somethin in my eye
Cause everytime, you walk away I crack a smile
Think of all the time's we had
Those times were so goddamn bad
At least this way, I don't have to lie and say, it's me not you
Cause this time we'll stop fooling around
I don't want to change your mind this time
Now that we're on our own
I turn to you and face a lone direction
Must be glad when I go on, go when I don't need, anybody
cause this time we'll stop foolin around
I don't want to change your mind this time.
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Wakeem
00:51
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What's your first name? Wakeem, What's your last name? WAkeem. What's your full name? Wakeem Wakeem.
My name is Wakeem, not Joaquin, but all my friends call me wakeem wakeem. I'm wearin yellow , a friendly fellow, who notoriously plays with machines. Well if you don't like him, you ain't no friend of mine. But if you do, then we'll be doin just fine.
My name is WAkeem, not Joaquin
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James Peter Pham Carroll Irvine, California
I started taking piano lessons at 7. At 10, I started writing songs. At 14, I got my first guitar. As a teenager and into my
late 20's, I played in bands. From my late 20's to my 40's, I've been a solo musician; sometimes as "Lamposts". All of my artistic skills are primarily self taught.
98% of this music was written, performed, recorded and mixed by me. All artwork and photography is original.
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