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Under Water
05:02
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Strap on your scuba gear baby
Cuz we’re both going under
Your words air bubbles in my blood
Shake me up like thunder
The truth was sunlight we could bend
While gazing through the water
In youth it’s easy to pretend
The sacred won’t be slaughtered
Wait! Let’s go to the beach
Hey! Come sit next to me
Hey! The weight of the sea
Wait! Now I can’t breathe
Refill your oxygen tank
We dive again tomorrow
The siren calls behind the rocks
Promise only sorrow
Your love like liquid in my hands
My heart a leaking vessel
In youth it’s easy to pretend
These days will last forever
Wait! Let’s go to the beach
Hey! Come sit next to me
Hey! The weight of the sea
Wait! Now I can’t breathe
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2. |
Silent Mess
04:44
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focus drifting elsewhere
bluish glowing screen
shiny furnished prisons
drowned in dopamine
chronic misperceptions
to hang our dreams upon
rewired misconceptions
focused filters gone
plugged in waiting for the fall
we can’t afford to lose it all
silencing the boatman’s call
plugged in waiting for the fall
gazes turning downward
toxic hollow sheen
plastic adulation
beamed through daily feed
plugged in waiting for the fall
we can’t afford to lose it all
silencing the boatman’s call
plugged in waiting for the fall
waiting for the fall
avatars now rendered
castles built on sand
life outside the window
death within our hands
plugged in waiting for the fall
we can’t afford to lose it all
silencing the boatman’s call
waiting for the fall
waiting for the fall
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3. |
Bills To Pay
07:31
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Long lost burning sense of rapture
Running out of words to say
You’re dreaming of my capture
Shaking it on the stage
Long lost burning sense of rapture
Running out of words to say
You’re dreaming of my capture
Shaking it on the stage
Lookin’ for a ticket to a holiday
We all got dreams to chase
Ladies at the club gonna make it rain
Ride a white horse through space
You tell me not shake it, there's another way
Baby, I've got bills to pay
Though I can see the disappointment on your face
Bet you won't avert your gaze
Bills To Pay
Bills To Pay
Bills To Pay
Bills To Pay
You lost all respect, I lost sight of my love
When I saw you on the mezzanine
Two blue eyes judging me from above
Through a haze of Ketamine
Antifreeze drinkin’ and a grilled cheese cooking on the flat top
Child support’s in the mail
Third world thinkin’ while my small hole’s winking on the backdrop
Penitence won’t prevail
Lookin’ for a ticket to a holiday
Baby, I've got dreams to chase
Ladies at the club gonna make it rain
Ride a white horse through space
Tell me not to shake it, there's another way
Baby, I've got bills to pay
Though I can see the disappointment on your face
Bet you won't avert your gaze
Bills to pay
Bills to pay
Bills to pay
Bills to pay
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4. |
Splenda Daddy
04:51
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Gucci, Louis, baby
Fly whip, white teeth, do me
Venmo, PayPal
Let's go play now
Short stay hotel
Slick rented whip, cell phone on the fritz, headed out for a date
No way? oh well
Meeting this chick at a quarter past six, I'm a half hour late
Vendi, Prada
So I turn on the charm, fake watch on my arm, tell her she's lookin' fly
No play, nada
She makes an excuse for the ladies room, bolts off to the night
Profile posted
Just been ghosted
Oooh yeah, Splenda
Fake ass sugar daddy, he's a big pretender (What he say)
Oooh yeah, Splenda
Fake ass sugar daddy, he's a big pretender (Your shit ain't legit)
Oooh yeah, Splenda
Fake ass sugar daddy, he's a big pretender (What he say)
Oooh yeah, Splenda
Fake ass sugar daddy, he's a big pretender (You got go game, son)
Short stay motel
Next bitch is fine, I'm loosin' my mind, lookin' 'bout seventeen
No way? oh well
Acts all demure, I ask are you sure as I slide her a drink
Old kicks, flip phone
Just got a paycheck, now it's time to get wrecked, baby - give me a peek
Go home alone
We try to converse, it only gets worse - no chemistry
You got no game, son
You got no game, son
You got no game, son (you got no game, son) x4
Oooh yeah, Splenda
Fake ass sugar daddy, he's a big pretender (What he say)
Oooh yeah, Splenda
Fake ass sugar daddy, he's a big pretender (Your shit ain't legit)
Oooh yeah, Splenda
Fake ass sugar daddy, he's a big pretender (What he say)
Oooh yeah, Splenda
Fake ass sugar daddy, he's a big pretender (You got go game, son)
Gucci, Louis
Fly whip, white teeth, do me
Venmo, PayPal, let's go play now
Wifey don't tell
Meeting this chick at a quarter past six, I'm a half hour late
Roadside motel
No way? Oh well
Splenda Daddy
So I turn on the charm, fake watch on my arm, tell her she's lookin' fly
Rented Caddy
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5. |
Sporting Man
06:33
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Gazing in the mirror, grinning at the reflection
Caressing my billfold offers false protection
I've got my tractor beams where the good lord split ya
Watch out for the guns...they'll get ya
Half drunken stagger, shufflin' from side to side
That misplaced swagger leaves no place to hide
Knock off rims scuffed up, cracked mirror on the driver's side
Consent for coitus...denied
Frontin' like you're so cool, the ladies favorite toy
Look straight out of high school, a mindless little boy
Played out aviators, orange spray on tan
You ain't no sporting man
Oooh sporting man
All those things you're sayin'
Oooh sporting man
All those games you're playin'
Oooh sporting man
All those games you're playin'
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Vanillaphase Cleveland, Ohio
Cheap thrills, interstellar harmony and sonic seduction!
Vanillaphase are a four piece
electronic band from Cleveland, Ohio who believe in the cross pollination of musical ideas from diverse genres. Harnessing the power of bone-shaking beats welded with catchy melodies, lush harmonies, and spacey atmospherics, Vanillaphase are tour-de-force in musical surrealism.
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