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Homez-a-Place
04:03
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Rocked in the cradle of the train
A silver pond by the golden reeds at the substation
Healthy busy waterbirds
Envy has taken hold of me and shaken me
Home's a place where I go crazy if I stay
That's a little crazy, you know you love JJ
Fuddy-Duddy is my rap name
Closing down departments, shutting off parts of the brain
Depreciating the power to think in 3-D (dee dee dee dee dee)
A witch once asked me what's my favorite fingernail
If I was a real girl, I'd have a favorite fingernail
My thoughts don't huddle round that now, they cuddle round me now
I'm cutting off rooms of this brain-house
He asked his father how he does it
Because it's hard, because it's hard
His father said he's just that kind of man, just that kind of man
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2. |
U Caused Me
02:36
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My head was on a bit of fire
And the thought, it was a man
The day got longer and I was gonna die at any minute
In the end I didn't
You caused me to spend my money
You caused me to feel this way
Hey, check those lineaments
What a miscreant
Circumstances are the determinant
For any miscreant
You caused me to spend my money
You caused me to feel this pain
Hello, miss Just Unbelievable
Why don't you just shut the hell up?
If it was me with the wine I'd surge the ruby liquid
Through the bottleneck at your face
You caused me to spend my money
You caused me to go insane
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3. |
Interlude
01:29
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If a crazy woman
Without a charm to her name
Or even a name to maintain
Or any space at all
Between her mouth and her brain
Well, anyway, if that kind of crazy woman
Was so clearly in love with me
So clear even I
I couldn't help but see
Then I might run away from me
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4. |
Honest 2nite
04:00
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Do you think I need to suffer more?
Be attentive, and don't look bored
Pander to this quivering wreck
Who bows her head and bears her neck
I'm just being honest tonight
Even though it's nice out there
I'm in here learning how to talk
I'm stubborn and I'm insane
But you can't just ignore me
And I can be honest tonight
People may believe a young girl
To know what she's talking about
They'd like to see her try
I hear myself try to know what it's about
Be brave, be brash, be honest tonight
When they called me a cold fish
I was like, but why would I want to touch human?
I do like to write down moral solutions
In wartime I might've been a useful woman
I'm just being honest tonight
Triangles please the eye and the bridge
And the child, they're strong and distinctive
But I'll take the hypotenuse
I want the shortest distance
I want to be honest tonight
Send me a sonnet on other days
Give me a puzzle on other days
Beat round the bush any other day
I'm now talking to you in a different way
I'm talking honest tonight
I've been sent on an errand quite urgent
Someone must take care of this part of the trick
If I think of the deed as heroic
Maybe that'll take care of the fright
For I must be honest tonight
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5. |
Stoopid
02:48
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If only you were stupid
Then this would be easy
From where you take it out on me
It's clear where you're unhappy
If only you were stupid
Then you would be happy
You simply can't get certain work done
And yet you think I'm just here having fun
If only you were stupid
Then this would be easy
As far as I know we're both opening our minds
To new things and stuff all the time
It isn't like it wasn't yesterday
Why the hell did ya have to pledge allegiance anyway?
If only you were stupid
Then this would be easy
I defended you, I befriended you
I hastened to you, I said, if you
Ever say that to me again, that's the end
You didn't have to
If only you were stupid
Then this would be easy
You said everything we disagreed on all at once
And you did it so obviously on purpose
If only you were stupid
Then you wouldn't be so mean
If only you were stupid
Then we -- you'd be happy
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6. |
Bristol Fallz
03:28
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Beauty is for longing
Melancholy, like a stranger
Romance is for solitude
The brain works by similitude
Nothing wanted me to be losing you
And here at sunset I liked the view
The sky, the curtsy of the trees
The ribbon from the plane that democratically
Reflects the same sun as any cloud
Wisteria hysteria
Myrtle-Wyckoff area
Where should we bury ya?
Pretty as hell, Bristol Falls
Erode, deride your strength
It works by rote, it won't be changed
Faith is the word I'm looking for
Where the hell are ya?
Here, let me press you
And how could grandeur crumble you?
Pretty as hell, Bristol Falls
Where the hell are you?
Here, let me press you
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