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INTRO
00:58
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ST LOUIE SCUM
Oozing out of the sewers
Creeping under the arch
Were the scum of the city
And together we’ll march
We surface and we find our way
Shield ourselves gravel and dirt
Born to inflict pain on the city and shit
That caused us all this hurt
St. Louis scum
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HIT THE DOOR
01:10
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HIT THE DOOR
A cut on my tongue
Fucking up my day
Try my best to ignore it
But it won’t go away
Your attitude
Is bringing every one down
Breakin my back
While you just fuck around?
Run your mouth for hours
To avoid real work for a minute
you treat my time like a game
Well You won’t fucking win it
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LACKIN
01:14
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LACKIN
Building and buildin
Until it all boils over
Paranoia runnin wild
I’m lookin over my shoulder
Can’t love these liars
Can’t trust these snakes
Smile in your eyes
But hide another face
Waiting for a slip
To burn you down into ashes
But you won’t catch me lackin
Another day, another game we play
Hard to trust a single thing you say
Worth is measured by the strength of your word
You keep talkin and talkin but bullshits all I’ve heard
So when you reach out a hand
I’ll always look at it sideways
You ain’t fuckin up my day
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HIGH HORSE
00:41
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HIGH HORSE
Jumping to assumptions just because of ones habits
Better miss me with that bullshit because I ain’t gonna have it
Overcompensation just to mask what you know
Shines right through your lies, it clearly showsj
Bringing others down to feed your image of self worth
Falling off a horse that high is gonna fuckin hurt
Walking around with your nose in the air
So you can’t smell your bullshit, it’s crystal fuckin clear
Easy to forget those who should be forgotten
You took the fruits of our labor and you turn them all rotten
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FULL TIME SLOB
01:14
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FULL TIME SLOB
Work school sleep, I can’t stand the monotony
Day in and day out, I think I need a lobotomy
Staring at a wall, I’m goin outta my gord
Can’t wait til I can get home, grab my brew and my board
I can’t work this 9 to 5 it’s got me feeling all wrong
Can’t stand to read a book I’d rather rip on the bong
Off work at 5 I got 3 hours til dark
Call up the boys and hit the morganford park
The spot is hella packed but I ain’t even mad
Til Some razor scooter twerp spilled my whole can of stag
Stumble home at 3am so far from sober
Here’s to three hours of sleep and 9 hung over
I can’t work this 9 to 5 it’s got me feelin all wrong
Can’t stand to read a book I’d rather rip on the bong
Fuck this dead end job, tell my boss he can blow me
Can’t wait to rip the bowl and rip a bowl with my homies
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COMPLACENT
01:37
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COMPLACENT
For too long I never felt like I could come back alive
I turn my back to the bullshit and try to push it aside
But all that fuckin leads to is it piling up
They build around me til I’m fuckin stuck
A mouse in a trap
Helplessly caught
A fly in a web
Of my own thoughts
times that I felt free
Just a distant memory
I can feel the walls all closing in on me
I can’t shake it
These feelings of self hatred
Wearing me down and I don’t know I’m gonna make it
Tired of running, I know I gotta face it
Ball up my fist and swing til I break it
Refuse to sit back and just be complacent
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