1. |
Ya Ya
02:55
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(You know me)
I'm your fucking best friend
(You know me)
We didn't get away with it
(You know me)
I'm your fucking nightmare
(You know me)
Your mom really likes me
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
(You know me)
I'm the one you fucking love
(You know me)
The one that doesn't give a fuck
(You know me)
I'm the one who took your pocket knife
(You know me)
I, I jumped in the pool
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
(You know me)
When we got busted in the hallway
And I took off because I'm a fucking pussy
(You know me)
Didn't know that we couldn't be friends anymore
When I kissed your brother
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
(You know me)
I'm from math class
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2. |
Treehouse
00:34
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Everybody shut the fuck up
My brother's treehouse is a place I cannot go
(And I'm good to go)
When it's time and time again, don't go alone
You mother fucker
You want it
(And I'm good to go)
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3. |
Be My Babe
03:32
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Be my baby walk with me
Down by the creek tonight
Oh, not where it's dark
They won't see what we get up to
Walk with me the fresh air's good
My head's on fire tonight
I feel better and I want to get to know you better
Be my babe, be my babe, be my
Baby tonight in the morning light
Walk with me that's all we got
Tomorrow's far and long away
This will all pass in the blink of an eye
Before you know it you're old
Be my baby walk with me
Down by the creek tonight
We'll press ourselves down into the mud forever
Be my babe, be my babe, be my
Baby tonight in the morning light
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4. |
You Got I Want
03:32
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Yeah, yeah
In the dark of the night
You have come to life
Have you been all right?
It was all in the mind
Yeah, yeah
You got I want
You got I want it
Yeah, yeah
The damp it sticks to my clammy skin
I walk a few feet for miles
I know that it will do no good
Up the stairs to your house
Familiar marks, the smoke smells
I go inside your house
You got I want
You got I want it
Yeah, yeah
You got I want
You got I want it
Yeah, yeah
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5. |
Work Hard
03:29
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When you work so hard
And you don't get anywhere
And the time keeps passing
In this place you have found
Worried eyes, sunken frowns
And the creeps keep coming to your side
Ah oh, ah oh
So simple sacred
Lost her youthful glow and faced with
Shit so real, with her fate sealed
Ah oh, ah oh
When you work so hard
And you don't get anywhere
And the time keeps passing
In this place you have found
Worried eyes, sunken frowns
And the creeps keep coming to your side
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Prism Bitch Albuquerque, New Mexico
A band that wants to be friends.
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