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All My Friends Are Chefs
02:38
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only living in cheap rooms
sink into a deep doom, i should fall asleep soon
as of now i’m not a twelve stepper
sauteing onions garlic cubanelles and bell peppers
life isn’t fair but it could turn into a festival
turning my demons into something that’s digestible
get my life together roast a chicken
post up in the kitchen, save the bones for a stock i’m so efficient
nothing like red sauce on a sunday
some find themselves when they get lost in the gun spray
some people may be not loyal, i’m watching the pots boil
and pickling peppers while i’m making hot oil
when i was young spaghetti came out my nose
because of my clef palate but that’s the way it goes
i don’t see the issue
now i make stock from salmon heads, use it for the fish stew
hook x 2
all my friends are chefs
and they do it til they’re godamn deaths
cooking til there’s no food left
they don’t give a F’s, they don’t they don’t give a F’s
dicing an onion after a long day
i know i do it right, there’s no wrong way
okay i’m getting too niche now
why is everybody saying capiche now?
alright, y’all might
smell me stewing something slow on a fall night
like oxtail, short ribs or beef shank
cooking food that i know gonna make her queef stank
okay chief, it’s hard to display grief
all that was left in my bowl.. bones and a bay leaf
i like it all, hatian, dominican, spanish and a italian
far from a stallion more like a scallion
my girl cook salad, she know i won’t
i do what i do and don’t what i don’t
i’m trying to eat more well rounded, but when i found out
parsley doesn’t count as a green i was dumbfounded
hook x 2
all my friends are chefs
and they do it til they’re godamn deaths
cooking til there’s no food left
they don’t give a F’s, they don’t they don’t give a F’s
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2. |
Lexapro
02:16
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i got drunk all by myself again
i can’t help myself so why am i trying to help my friends
i don’t have house plants just a bunch of green bottles
lost my last lady, i’m in between models
life it gonna get better soon
maybe i’ll be dead at noon
find me at a greasy spoon, jukebox playing cheesy tunes
late night, howling at a measly moon
hook x 2
why’d you put me on Lexapro
all i needed was a flight down to mexico
it’s cool you put me on Lexapro
just don’t put me in the exit row
i miss it when you moan, lemme hear
i put in a flower in a empty beer
bottle, i like the contrast
love comes quick then it’s gone fast
make sure you catch in the moment
i was focused on the journey i forgot where my home went
i want a big balloon
full of helium, lift me through the roof of this shit saloon
hook x 2
why’d you put me on Lexapro
all i needed was a flight down to mexico
it’s cool you put me on Lexapro
just don’t put me in the exit row
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3. |
When I Lived in Florida
02:51
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hook
when I lived in florida
when I lived in Florida i did dumb shit
but i could always find someone to drink run with
early in the mornings
but there’s more to Florida than beaches and oranges
i found deep soul in the swampness
if you talk down on the south than you’re pompous
a rusty beach cruiser was my accomplice
rent was 300 dollars
after a long night of working as a valet
i’d sit at the counter, 24 hour cuban cafe
ropa vieja por favor
if you still hungry you can order more
this country loves to go to war with war
chill lets go bar hoppin door to door
my favorite part about Florida
a game of pool was a quarter
hook
when I lived in florida
when i lived in Florida i ate alligator
and buffalo shrimp, i walked with a limp
drank beer literally all the time
smoked cigs in a bar, said a prayer every time i had to get in a car
i’m lucky i made it out alive, i’m serious
i met the devil, got delirious
partying hard, valeting cars
off bayshore boulevard
i learned how to shoot pool in Florida
that’s where I got my chops
i’m not lying i went swimming in the swamps
buck seventy five for a natty lite draft
2 dollars for beef jerky in a bag
my skin turned into leather, i’ll admit I wasn’t cut out for the weather
humid as fuck, i started to rust
6 years in Florida was enough
hook
when I lived in florida
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4. |
Sunday Sauce
03:00
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i woke up to that dreaded long text
can’t believe i’m referring to as my ex
now my mind is a mess, wine for the stress
lately life been a bad game of chess
i just wanted you and I to share the same success
feels like we came and went
i miss you makin salad with the vinaigrette
cookin all those meals together in your little kitchenette
it was peaceful, life is a cycle
i was acting like a psyco when i should have been your easel
i need a forest trees won’t let me down
please, look how pathetic i sound
i was excited to meet your moms
and get to know the woman you came from
we both know i’d be a good dad
but it feels pointless whenever i look back
hook x 2
i miss the way you go aww
digging in my back with your claws
every sunday we made sauce
so it’s on to the items, what should i do with those?
the garbage doesn’t seem right, i suppose
they could go in a drawer
with all the other shit i don’t want to see anymore
the cast iron in the storage unit
the chef hat with Granata that you got embroidered on it
i keep trying to hold love with my hands
even though i know that i can’t
we were different ages, make different wages
but we held each others hands while we were in different cages
i’m surprised i haven’t cried yet
i’m just not ready to look inside yet
i’m not sure if i’m writing this to get you back
because to be honest, i think i’m too hurt for that
this world’s too dark to let our flame go
god made you because we all need an rainbow
hook x 2
i miss the way you go aww
digging in my back with your claws
every sunday we made sauce
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5. |
Family
02:47
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i got free tickets to the shit show
i dodged a bullet, aunt was a skitzo
my moms moms was crazy, i didn’t help at all
snot nose kid i was self involved
my grandfather aggie he was a bookie
he had to find new ways to hide loot, lookie lookie
in the walls,
had bets in his home, because his home was a gamblin hall
all you heard was bets and calls
and long slow drags of cigarette menthols
aggie had a faded mermaid tattoo on his tan skin
when he wiggled his veins he said look she’s dancing
he died of skin cancer
my other grandfather tony was a farmer
why you think i’m such a charmer
only one’s heart was hard as armor
both italian, avid chicken parmers
hook x 2
this the way i am
this the way i am
2020 got me in my feelings with my fam
my mom drove across the country when she was fifteen
i guess it was a different scene
we went on a road trip, me and my mom
it ended up being the bomb
we saw the grand canyon, shed some tears
ate some chicken wings, drank some beers
said when she dies she wants her ashes spread here
toss em in the air … over the canyon
my dad doesn’t only sing the blues,
he’s got real pain you can only feel sitting on pews
he came home one day his first wife and his kid was gone
but he wouldn’t have met martha, that’s my moms
and they made my sister and i
my sister’s been through so much shit and i cry
and i try to tell her she should write a book, why?
i think it would do her and a lot of people good
hook x 2
this the way i am
this the way i am
2020 got me in my feelings with my fam
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6. |
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i’m still sad i lost my girl
i think about you every time i give the sauce a swirl
you were the last one to toss my curls
i woulda traveled across the world
and met you halfway
we had the prettiest of times in a dirty little cafe
love always ends up in a ash tray
you’re still an angel
nobody did anything painful
i still feel you in my heart, brain, skull
soul, toes, fingers and ankles
you say you don’t deserve me
but i wanna live slow take the curvies
it’s out of my hands i shot my shot
i told you i love you like a lot a lot
hook x 2
they ask me how october’s been
if i’m being honest, soberin
i don’t want a white picket fence and a golden lab
i want a doll house and a doberman
my days been filled with darkness
extracting every ounce of life out of a chicken carcass
not only for the nutrition, i’m more than a musician
i’m a lonely man feeling blue, fishin
at the pond, is there anything beyond?
we can be an uncle and an aunt
you is what i want
not codependent, just confidants
lets move to a fricken farm
based our lives around each other and chicken parm
locking arms for no one to see
only for you and me
let’s grow a garden together
you turn yarn into a sweater
after dinner, decaf and canoli
lets put the bottle down i love the way you hold me
they asked my friends how my october been
if i’m bein honest, kinda sobering
white picket fence and gold retriever
i want a doll house and a doberman
hook x 2
they ask me how october’s been
if i’m being honest, soberin
i don’t want a white picket fence and a golden lab
i want a doll house and a doberman
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7. |
Eat More Greens
03:14
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i don’t have a business card
all i got is this swiss chard
what does it mean to buy a home in escrow?
who knows so let’s grow some romanesco
my bike doesn’t have a key fab
but i’m not bitter like broccoli rabe
i’m trying to do less
and eat more romaine
i’m getting my existential on
never throw out your fennel fronds
if the night before you decided to eat ass
in the morning do a shot of wheat grass
and if you’re starting to look a little vintage
this one’s easy, eat some spinach
and if you want to keep looking like a beluga duh
dude get yourself some arugula
hook x 4
i’m trying to eat more greens
when i need to make my mental muscles shout
hustle out to the farm for some brussels sprouts
i love meat do i think that we should slaughter less
i guess, yes my lilli pad’s a water cress
how come all of my friends are smart and broke
maybe we didn’t eat enough artichokes
i’m taking a seat in my soul’s lobby
having a salad of granny smith apples and kohlrabi
if you lost your phone and had to get a new number
cleanse your palate with a cucumber
if your business is making no sales, oh well
get your self some lacinato kale
did someone steal your favorite dildo or cock toy?
here have some bok choy
you’re on the sidewalk and car soaked you?
open up your boca fill it with okra
hook x 4
i’m trying to eat more greens
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8. |
Drawbridge
03:16
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hook x 2
we found love and threw it in the garbage
now we standing on separate sides of the drawbridge
we went from bar hopping to splitting tall boys from the deli
i got rid of my bad habits i’m being healthy
but baby i miss you boatloads
i get teary eyed when i scroll past your photos
holidays hitting different now that i’m alone
i keep looking at my phone
hoping that your name pops
remember when we was living in that same box
we made it though quarantine in a studio apartment
and you still chuckled every time i farted
we learned about each other even more so
soup with the orzo, holding on to dear life hugging your torso
waking up next to each other side by side
i can’t see without my glasses but you know i tried
we loved, i know we never lied
i can’t tell you how many times i cried
hook x 2
we found love and threw it in the garbage
now we stranded on separate sides of the drawbridge
i make you laugh, showed you life isn’t a graph
you taught me always order wine by the carafe
you got me a necklace, i got you a bracelet
you took time for yourself you taught me how to be patient
you showed me i got talent, you don’t want to see me waste it
if you insist of making chicken breast you gotta baste it
we cooked so many meals together
it’ll be forever thankful everything we’ve tasted
you will be the high i’m always chasing
i don’t know if anything else will ever be this amazing
what will i miss mostly?
nestling up on he couch getting cozy
i knew i found my wife
when you were down to backpack on a spirit flight
to puerto rico, local fisherman sold us ceviche
i think about you each day
hook x 2
we found love and threw it in the garbage
now we standing on separate sides of the drawbridge
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9. |
Dude on a Dead Log
02:36
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i keep it simple i got rid of it all
just a happy go lucky kid with a ball
voodoo’s a doo-doo excuse for what you did to the doll
y’all just middle of mall, i got the grit and the gall
flagon of ale got me waggin my tale
happier than a pig in shit and a dragon in hell
stay in my room coming up with nonsense
change your perspective maybe you need a long lens
or maybe you need a fish eye
maybe you need ham and swiss on english rye
why do i always write better on an empty stomach?
i’m rummaging through the rummage, time to bring in the trumpets
get a little drunker i’m the dumbest
olive oil, roasted peppers in the hummus
rum is really fun to drink up in the summers
everyday i ask myself how did i become this?
hook x 2
dude on a dead log
floating in the creek
dude on a dead log
feeling like a freak
so it’s back to the wikipedia raps
i deleted my social media apps
and i haven’t smoked a cig in five months
because you’re only alive once
i don’t do vicodin or the valiums
my favorite vegetables are alliums
onions and leeks, the dungeon was bleek
but now i’m soaking up sun at the creek
cracking a light beer, nobody fights fair
i just want to die with a head full of white hair
finding a routine in the randomness
trying to forget what throwing a temper tantrum is
i was a jerk to my health
so now i’m trying to work on myself
god is a woman and the devil’s a man
all i can say is hopefully you understand
hook x 2
dude on a dead log
floating in the creek
dude on a dead log
feeling like a freak
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10. |
Laundromat
01:24
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how am i gonna feel today shit i hope it’s fine
so filthy i wash my hands turn soap to swine
maybe if you have one of those dystopian minds
open the blinds
but shit i know it’s hard to accept that sunlight
when your thought’s a thunderstorm and your mind is a gun fight
but it’s done right
shit i’m not a therapist
life get’s harder as you get older
shit we used to be babies being pushed in strollers
and fought over who got the clear purple nintendo controller
now we wear the weight of the world, it’s a boulder
you can’t swim with this pool shark
i run the table like bullies run school yards
sometimes it feels like there’s no hope
why? cause i am stuck inside of a snow globe
bridge x 2
let my mind wander at the laundromat
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11. |
Leaves on Lawns
02:30
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when i feel like life is long
rake some leaves and mow some lawns
when i don’t feel strong
rake some leaves and mow some lawns
when i miss new york
rake some leaves and mow some lawns
when i eat too much pork
rake some leaves and mow some lawns
hook x 4
raking leaves and mowing lawns
when i wish i wasn’t here
rake some leaves and mow some lawns
when i drink too much beer
rake some leaves and mow some lawns
when i wish that she was near
rake some leaves and mow some lawns
now that everything is clear
rake some leaves and mow some lawns
hook x 4
raking leaves and mowing lawns
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