1. |
MB
03:05
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This is the
Magnificent
Backflip
This is the
Magnificent
Backflip
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2. |
Pet Me
04:05
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Is my name spot
Or am I more like a soft snow ball?
Am I a worthy scapegoat
To hang out with and to piss you off?
Oh, take the collar
Oh, would you pet me?
Was that a whistle?
I am your fido
I can go
I can go rough
I can go rough mode
Woof woof woof!
Yeah but I bark and I bite too
Oh you're obnoxious when you make fun of me
In front of your audience
Let me sleep for a while
Instead of make me roll, jump or play dead
Which I actually am
Have you checked my pedigree lately?
Here comes the yelp spree
I don't blame you for anything
At the end of the day I am just a dog
I stand my ground though
And it goes
Oh, take the shovel
Oh, would you bury me here?
Was that a whistle?
I am your fido
I can go
I can go rough
I can go rough mode
Woof woof woof!
Yeah but I bark and I bite too
Oh you're obnoxious when you make fun of me
In front of your audience
Let me sleep for a while
Instead of make me roll, jump or play dead
Which I actually am
Have you checked my pedigree lately?
Here comes the love spree
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3. |
Repo
04:05
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"Allora raga, io vi dico solo questo: dopo questa serata io sono diventato astigmatico. E astigmatico non vuol dire che è miope, l'astigmatico non vede da vicino, io non vedo più da vicino, punto uno. Ed ero strafatto. E comunque quella merda di merda che ci siamo pippati fino ad adesso vecchio è benzina! Quindi smettete di pippare la benzina del cazzo vecchio che non ci vedo neanche più un cazzo di barlume di luce!"
So the time goes by and rolls over
And I just wish that I was quite dead
But I can't find any rest after weekend and weekend
Then I feel like trash
I'm sure that I've got to keep my eyes wide open
Or I'll lose my golden necklace again
My eyes are covered and this thing is gonna send me over
Paranoia's realm
I've got low
Oh yes I'm sure
I've been low
Yes I'm sure
Hey, I dream fear
I said fear
And I don't need any nod from companies
Cause I belong where my body stands
I crushed my car on the highway and I shat my pants on friday
Do you look like I'm having fun?
My entire brain almost collapsed
By the first time I tried MDMA
And I can't find any drug that reminds me of you so
Everything looks sad
I got low
Oh yes I'm sure
I've been low
Yes I'm sure
I can stand to it
I can resist to it
I can stand to it
I can resist to it
My Heart is filled with emotion
Let me add some other lotion
Or the haircut will look sad
I'm done with wasting my whole salary
In all this shit that drives me mad
But fuck it saturday is sacred
Then I'm gonna end up baked
Cause I can and I will
I got low
Oh yes I'm sure
I've been low
Yes I'm sure
I got low
Yes I'm sure
I've been low
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4. |
Ballad'ines
04:12
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Do you wonder why all those chicks always say yes? (Yeah!)
Do you wonder why it creeps and then it crash?
Listen, when it comes cause it may sound a little bit wrong
You never had your time to do your things and then
You had to bring your shapeless mind miles away from obstructed dots
Where nobody can prove you're right even if you're wrong, yeah right
Straight from me It's gonna cure my fever (Straight to you!)
Straight from me the fear disappears (Straight to you!)
Translators crushing opinions and wrong ideas
Fall into fragments rusting all the gears
Oh little bird fly away reach the north
You have to move somewhere else where all the risk is worth
But it goes away when it's supposed to stay
Nothing is complete instead it's scattered all away
What do they say?
Oh I guess I'll put it in another
You were my only friend
You could be my own dead end
You were my only friend
Oh you could be my own dead end
You are the reason I bend
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5. |
Icoma
05:27
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[Instrumental]
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6. |
40
03:41
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Oh, sick!
Cancer, rabies, sa sa sa sa sa sars and there's more
There's a brand new crown for the crowd
Are you in? Are you out?
A stroke!
What about those dis is is is is ease that you can't even see coming
It will drain your lungs and your will
To run wild at the parties
Speaking of wisdom, you should cover your mouth and your nose
You can actually enjoy all those small things that you always miss that are a bliss
Like families
Wipe out your tears
Rake up the leaves in the garden
Begging for your wife's pardon
Or pull out your sharpest knife
Cheer up, man
Building up a new life
Cheer up, man
Building up a new life
Just spotted in the red line
That sounds engaging a lot
Why don't you shut your bloody mouth man and breathe
Just spotted in the red line
Better stay home when it comes
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7. |
S.M.Y.T.
03:29
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My fault, my fault
My fault it ain't soy soy soy
It's clear that you need to stand out
Got to reach your joy joy joy
I come from a living place
I'm not living in that way
No one ever will report any of my
Fail fail fail, fail fail fail failures
I long for the lone cowboy
Waiting for his man man man
Hanged down for the lust for bubbles
Rubbing off his sins sins sins
And all about that living place
I'm not sitting in that way
Step out from the screaming crowd
Keep on play my game
Show me your teeth girl
Crack your mouth down
Show me your hints girl
Spit it all out
Don't mind my lack of polite words
They don't mean a thing thing thing
Instead of using double-edge tools
Guess I'll shut my grin grin grin
Activities by activism
Radicate your hate (some way!)
See the enemy all around you
Everyone's a threat
Play for that, girl
Show me your teeth, girl (play!)
Show me your teeth, world
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8. |
Sunker
04:26
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[Instrumental]
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