1. |
The Printing Press
04:19
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Found a penny
Multiply it by five
Turn it into a dime
Make a quarter dance, make a dollar sing
Cause I'm making counterfeit money
With you and me in my room
Oh your body is the paper baby
And your ink it never dries
Up all night
Assembly line
Workin on perfection till the morning light
Better watch out for them feds baby
Cause this surely be a crime
Uncirculated baby
Fine and rare
Near mint condition honey
With long brown hair
No the presidents don't mind, don't mind
Cause you know we make a priceless pair.
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2. |
March Madness
04:35
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Wake up in the morning
Head fulla lies
Livin day to day with different alibis
Got me in the afternoon
Pourin cement in the back of my head
You don't play the game to win
You play to watch me dead
Time goes faster when you lie
Time goes faster when you lie
Midnight rolls around
You finally call
And all my troubles seem to fall
Then you bust up outta nowhere
With the news
I played your game to win
But you're the one to lose
Time goes faster when you lie
Time goes faster when you lie
Now I'm chopping up the pieces of our past
Ain't got time to stall
My heart is burnin fast
Gotta find a pretty mamma
Whos long and true
Oh the California sun for the Maryland blues
Time goes faster when you lie
And there's no better time to fly.
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3. |
Panic
03:53
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Met a man the other day
Still see the panic in his face
Told him not to bother with a salutation
Met a man the other day
Still see the panic in his face
Told him see ya later and I pulled the trigger
Still see the panic in his face
Still see the panic in his face
Offing opposition doesn't bother me
No it never does, never does, never does
Just give me something different just to level me
Level me, level me, level me
Takin care of business the old fashioned way
Still see the panic in his face
Still see the panic in his face
Growin up in the country
Sure puts your head in a box
Drunk mis-shapen car wrecks
Killed but not served time.
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4. |
Half-Awake
03:36
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My brain is fulla pain but it's workin
My soul is fulla coal and it's burnin
My bones are fulla holes but im standing on my own two feet
There's asphalt underneath my skin
And fire in my gut
Clouds up in my cranium
And a time bomb for a heart
This world is fulla liars and snakes
Oh will we get a chance to break
Just get a chance to claim you stake
Never live half-awake
Sometimes this world has got you down
Gotta wipe away that heavy frown
Find yourself another town
And be free on you own two feet.
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The Push Back San Luis Obispo, California
Started by Jeremy Fama in December 2012 with Neal Breton on bass, Chris Peterson on drums, and Jeremy Fama on the mic and guitar.
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