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Abhi The Nomad

Song3

 

Song3

(album: Beginning - 2014)


[Abhi the Nomad:]
I've got to shape up
My friends will put on make up
We all are looking pretty
The other boys will crave us (yeah they will)

Hats off to the drunk girls dancing
Class off on a Thursday midnight
Hands soft from the overdrinking
Tank top and I finish off Bud Light
That mean I been cased in the center I'm fine
Cases of alcohol define that place where I find
Peace in the world where the girls all talk about nothing that's fine
Yeah I be talking about nothing that's fine
I don't wanna speak to your feeble mind
And people find
That meaning in things so little that I don't really want in my life
I stay real thin throwing up
Every night I'm growing up
Just leave me be so I be me and you be you
And we believe that

I will drink up anything and I'll drown myself
The night that I don't remember
I will breathe through everything and I'll choke myself
The carbon gas is my contender

Let's do a kegstand
And all my exes I will text them
And every second's like the next one
Waiting for somebody else dressed up yeah dressed up

[Foster:]
I need to get my head checked, a room full of bitches is so empty
Everybody blends, huh, everybody's tense, and everyone is the same, same, same
Lookin for someone to bang, bang, bang
Uh brains filled with substance
Pockets of lint, one cent, and my brains spilled on Jessica's tongue, um, my brains filled with fuck it
Ya, ya, ya, what you say, say, say
Uh, blah, blah, blah, I need a paid vacation
Mainly because I don't even know where I'm at
The walls are melting, I don't even where I land
Wake up in the midst of a crowd, with a fist full of loud, and some shades over my eyes, uh
Mainly because I don't even where I stand
So tall and healthy, I don't even know where I crash
Wake up in the midst of a crowd, with a fist full of loud, and some shades over my eyes, uh

[Abhi the Nomad:]
And I'll drink up anything and I'll drown myself
The night that I don't remember
And I'll breathe through everything and I'll choke myself
The carbon gas my contender

Ohh
Yeah, my contender
Ohh
Yeah, my contender
Oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah
Oh
And as the night climb up
I tie myself a knot and try until my time's up
Why do I have to time myself when time itself is only man made up
I strive and climb and hike my shit
Try reach the top
And I reach the spot
And I repeat this each week
Knees weak and deep in seas
Where I speaking not

I climb up
I tie myself a knot
And try and tell my time up
Why do I have to time myself when time itself is only man made up
I strive and climb and hike my shit
Try reach the top
And I reach the spot
And I repeat this each week
Knees weak and deep in seas
Where I speaking not

done

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