1. |
Beaches
03:56
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Don't you think that its time for you to get a home?
Me and your dad did, why can't you just get a loan?
Bit steep but its alright, don't think of it
Soon you'll have some money, some cash well I'm sick of it
And you wanna live somewhere better?
In a nice house somewhere by the water?
You can dream about it dream about it all you want
You should get real, you should grow up.
Fuck this,
Fuck you
Cause generationally, we're at a disadvantage, cant live
Where we wanna be, the real estate is fucked, and if the
Baby boomers who own the houses
Who hate our music and hate our fun
Could all just die, we could move to the beaches.
Get a real job, you're not working hard enough
Why be spending money when you know you should be saving up?
Going out and having fun is unproductive,
Why be so ungrateful when we're always so supportive?
Want a better house, want a better life?
Tough shit, its ours till we fucken die
Get a real job, turn your music off
Write a resume, you'll be better off
Fuck this,
Fuck you
Cause generationally, we're at a disadvantage, cant live
Where we wanna be, the real estate is fucked, and if the
Baby boomers who own the houses
Who hate our music and hate our fun
Could all just die, we could move to the beaches.
Cause generationally, we're at a disadvantage, cant live
Where we wanna be, the real estate is fucked, and if the
Baby boomers who own the houses
Who hate our music and hate our fun
Could all fuck off, we could move to the beaches.
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2. |
Ally
02:54
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Ally gets me fucked up
I'm thinking with two heads
She gets me off and says I can't be out past ten
I don't mind spending my time with her but I'm
Starting to lose my head
Cause my friends all pay me out and say I'm dead
She's got me
By the balls
Please let go
Ally please let go of my fucking balls
Was meant to be a boys night
Ally said I need to get my shit right
Its alright, I'll go out next week
Or maybe next month, if she lets me
My friends say hey mate
Haven't seen you since the start of the new year
Well I say, fuck them
They don't give me (emotional support like ally)
She's got me
By the balls
Please let go
Ally please let go of my fucking balls
I'm whipped, and bored
my nuts are sore
Ally, I can't take no more
I'm whipped and bored,
I'm whipped and bored
Ally please let go of my fucking balls
She's got me
By the balls
Please let go
Ally please let go of my fucking balls
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3. |
Camilla
03:11
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I kinda like you
But not in that way
I'll give you my number
But please don't text me
I'm tryna stay on my own two feet
Camilla please stay out of my shit
I've seen the games that you play with my friends and I
Don't need you inside my head
I'll drive you home but don't invite me in
Gotta be careful cause I might just slip
I don't need that
My life is not that bad
I'm tryna stay on track
And Camilla knows that and she doesn't care
To fall in love
Is such a risk that I don't wanna take
Cause I just reckon all these girls are snakes
And Camilla has got a fork in her tongue
The days-after regrets
That I'll have that we met
Your friends and your parents will
Call me a dickhead so
Lets just stay friends
And we can leave it at that
Cause I know that the beginning
Of the end is when you text me back
I don't need that
My life is not that bad
I'm tryna stay on track
And Camilla knows that and she doesn't care
To fall in love
Is such a risk that I don't wanna take
Cause I just reckon all these girls are snakes
And Camilla has got a fork in her tongue
To fall in love
Is such a risk that I don't wanna take
Cause I just reckon all these girls are snakes
And Camilla has got a fork in her tongue
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4. |
WTD
03:12
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I'm in the line
For another club
This is my second try
I can't stand up
I've had to many
And try to buy a feed
But I lost my card and try to find it
But I can't fucken see
Cause I'm way too drunk
Way too drunk
I just miss sobriety,
I'm thirty mils too far to see
wish I didn't double park,
I'm Spinning, I'm way too drunk
I'm Spinning, I'm way too drunk
I'm in the line
For another club
I get kicked out
I'm so fucked up
I wish that someone
Would come and get me
But I can't type
I cannot use my hands
And now we've smoked
All the tailors
In the pack
I guess I'll try to roll
And now we've smoked
All the tailors
In the pack
I guess we'll try to roll
But were way too drunk
Way too drunk
I just miss sobriety
I'm thirty mils too far to see
Wish I didn't double park
I'm spinning (fuck) I'm way too drunk,
I'm spinning (fuck) I'm way too drunk,
I'm spinning (fuck) I'm way too drunk,
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5. |
No Parties
03:00
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I can't have another party because someone threw up on my carpet
I can't have another party because somebody blew my favourite speakers
I can't have another party because there were kids smoking drugs outside my shed
I can't have another party because somebody smashed my door off
No more drinking
No more fighting
No loud music
No more parties
Neighbours hate us
No more parties
Mum says that we can't have parties
I can't have another party because I'm living in a rental
I can't have another party because my neighbours are fucking mental
I can't have another party because someone will go and call the coppas
I can't have another party because fuck I can't be fucking bothered
No more drinking
No more fighting
No loud music
No more parties
Neighbours hate us
No more parties
Mum says that we can't have parties
No more drinking
No more fighting
No loud music
No more parties
Neighbours hate us
No more parties
Mum says that we can't have parties
No more drinking
No more fighting
No loud music
No more parties
Neighbours hate us
No more parties
Mum says that we can't have parties
No more parties
No more parties
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