1. |
40 Bangin'
02:27
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You were sick and twisted and you nearly passed out,
on the cab ride back home.
I barely knew you, but I let you bed down.
Deal with you tomorrow.
Nine in the morning when I finally came to,
now I’m filled with sorrow.
Found a lot of liquid in a puddle by you,
was it from a bottle?
Wasn’t from a bottle.
Someone’s getting throttled.
Even if I had to Goddamn, forties taped to my hands.
Even if I had to Goddamn, forties taped to my hands…
Never would defile your place with two forties taped to my hands, Makes me wanna slap your face with two forties taped to my hands. Even if I had to Goddamn, forties taped to my hands.
Even if I had to Goddamn forties taped to my hands…
Never would defile your place with two forties taped to my hands. Makes me wanna slap your face with two forties taped to my hands. Forties taped to my hands,
forties taped to my hands,
forties taped to my hands,
forty bangin’ my friends!
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2. |
The Ploughton Blues
03:52
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Met her in a dive bar. The bathrooms really stank.
I chatted her up, in spite of it all. Numbers were exchanged.
But something went wrong, so I sing the Ploughton Blues,
her friend showed up, so I sing the Ploughton Blues,
yeah, something went wrong, so I sing the Ploughton Blues,
her friend showed up, so I sing the Ploughton Blues.
Weeks passed by before I saw her again, on a Saturday.
I slid right up and I told her a joke, I’m guessing that it was in bad taste.
Cause something went wrong, so I sing the Ploughton Blues,
talked to much, so I sing the Ploughton Blues,
yeah, something went wrong, so I sing the Ploughton Blues,
talked to much, so I sing the Ploughton Blues.
We’ll ramble on Dan, so come along.
Finally found a rhythm, you know?
Finally found a rhythm in my soul.
I don’t know how I got her back home,
shouldn’t have planned on a damn thing.
Just when I thought we was hitting them sheets,
she ripped a line of cocaine.
But something went wrong, so I sing the Ploughton Blues,
she took all the drugs, so I sing the Ploughton Blues,
yeah, something went wrong, so I sing the Ploughton Blues,
she took all the drugs, so I sing the Ploughton Blues.
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3. |
DD Shuffle
02:39
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When I stand on Goodland,
should know by now that’s my home-base.
If you wanna slight me,
you’ll drown quick if you’re in my wake.
Don’t wanna sound ungrateful,
you have always been a friend of mine.
But it was a bit distasteful,
to shorten my stack when the chips were high.
Word is you’re a scumbag,
burning this bridge at a rapid pace.
Crumpled bills will run out.
A master of none is a Jack of all trades.
No one stayed to watch you,
suffer on stage with battered pride.
Heard you were shit-talking,
if three’s no crowd, Hell, I brought nine.
I was feeling low, I was feeling low my cash was light.
I was feeling low, I was feeling low you robbed me blind.
I was feeling low. I was feeling low, my cash was light.
I was feeling low. I was feeling low but I’ll get by.
I’ll get by.
I was feeling low, I was feeling low my cash was light.
I was feeling low, I was feeling low you robbed me blind.
I was feeling low. I was feeling low, my cash was light.
I was feeling low. I was feeling low but I’ll get by.
If you’re getting rude,
dude I’m telling you,
you’ve been acting fool,
I’m gonna move on through.
If you’re getting, dude, I’m telling, you’ve been acting, I aint playing… I’m not looking for trouble with you,
but you’re gonna find some if you don’t let me move on through.
No, I’m not looking for trouble with you,
but you’re gonna find some if you don’t let me move on through.
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4. |
The Urge
03:20
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What’s up with the purple shirt, and the antennas
that protrude from your head,
which looks like an enchilada?
You remind me of a character named Munch,
but corporate had to switch him up,
because he was a bit offensive.
Oh, how dirty is the Urge?
Is the Urge filthy?
Oh, how dirty is the Urge?
Is the Urge filthy?
You know he’s filthy,
cause I said he’s filthy.
His shit is guilty.
He’s stained brown.
Dan says the Urge, resembles something else, entirely,
he thinks it’s a budget Grimace.
Hell, I conferred with YouTube and I’m inclined to disagree,
but after further review,
that fur is looking pretty musty.
Oh, how dirty is the Urge?
Is the Urge filthy?
Oh, how dirty is the Urge?
Is the Urge filthy?
You know he’s filthy,
cause I said he’s filthy.
His shit is guilty.
He’s stained brown.
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5. |
Ranch
03:11
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Last time that I ranched, I was on the thick train
looking for an easy lay with Butane back in high school.
We would scope pretty girls, living in a juke box world,
Otis Redding sang tunes while I mainly dreamed of you in the lunchroom. And I had nothing left to do,
cause all my work was through,
and I know I screwed the pooch,
when I lost my shot with you on a sailboat.
Weird little morning, weird little morning,
weird little morning little morning little morning light.
Little morning light.
Sitting in your armchair in the hallway.
You’re waiting for a day that will never come.
While you just sit there, I’m out living the highlife, yeah,
and I’m sorry that your day seems pretty dull.
When I look at you, you just sit there.
When you look at me, I’m out living.
When I look at you, you’re green with envy.
You got nothing.
You got nothing.
You got nothing left to give.
You got nothing.
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6. |
32
02:55
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Lean on me baby, I will support you.
I worked every day this week,
I’m 32.
Go out on weeknights, every blue moon.
I shouldn’t drink like this,
I’m 32.
Keep on running till I drop.
When it’s all been said and done,
I aint old but I aint young,
still go out and have a little fun,
when I get high and I get drunk.
Keep on running till I drop.
King of my castle, that’s how I do,
Queen of the battle cries,
I’m 32.
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7. |
Downhome Zest
04:15
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Malt liquor moments and some downhome zest,
heavy lifting on some groady booze,
chugging bum-fuel I bought these for you.
Slip and slide into the booze,
I aint gonna lie to you,
you’re gonna catch some hands.
Man, you’re gonna catch some hands.
Find the domestic, live through the swill,
gotta use that scent memory,
in lieu of Cammo, it’s a real treat.
Taking it to Nebraska, nowhere near the state line.
Rendezvous and call out your peers.
Hedge your bets it’s getting rowdy in here.
Slip and slide into the booze,
I aint gonna lie to you,
you’re gonna catch some hands.
Man, you’re gonna catch some hands.
Man, you’re gonna catch some hands.
Malt liquor moments and some downhome zest,
you’re probably gonna catch some hands.
Yeah, you’re probably gonna catch some hands.
Malt liquor madness and some downhome zest,
you’re surely gonna catch some hands.
Yeah, you’re surely gonna catch some hands.
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