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⁰¹VisionMilesIf I was a gossip//And you were the topic//Then I would defend ya//And tell ’em to stop itI would take you to Target//And do all your shopping//I would wash up your dishes//And clean out your closetWithout even a thought//Or that much of a fuss//I keep closing my eyes//Bend my knees and I jumpMiles & NickAw, last night figured it out//Last night I had a vision//I saw what it was about//I saw what I was missing//A man like me, never doubt//A man in my position//Belief is always around//Believes in superstitionMilesI’ll give you my hoodie//Or knit you a sweater//I’ll let you pick the movie//I’m cool with whateverI’m a natural talker//I don’t have a filter//But if you were my girlfriend//I’d learn to be chiller, babeWithout even a thought//Or that much of a fuss//I keep closing my eyes//Bend my knees and I jumpMiles & NickAw, last night figured it out//Last night I had a vision//I saw what it was about//I saw what I was missing//A man like me, never doubt//A man in my position//Belief is always around//Believes in superstitionGet daddy on the line//Get daddy on the line//Get daddy on the line//Get daddy on the line

⁰²Holy MosesI’d like to dedicate tonight//To you and yours, I mean it//Let’s all congratulate the bride//On such a pleasant eveningLately I’ve had a vacant vibe//In vain I felt defeated//But baby, you could change my life//I finally found a reason, yeahI know it sounds so bogus//Self-hypnosis//Hocus pocus, yeahI tend to eat the lotus//Let me focus//Holy Moses, yeahAlright, I’ll sign//Show me the dotted line//I got a tiny box with a diamond inside//Open wide, open wide//I’ll swallow all my pride//I’ll eat the crow alive//I’ll kill the parasite//Deep inside, deep insideI’m hopelessly devoted to the high//I’m tweaking out alone//Let my body overload//I’m licking all the toads//I’m cracking all the codes//I’ll tell you what I know//R-r-rock the microphoneI’d like to dedicate tonight//To you and yours, I mean it//Let’s all congratulate the bride//On such a pleasant eveningLately I’ve had a vacant vibe//In vain I felt defeated//But baby, you could change my life//I finally found a reason, yeahI know it sounds so bogus//Self-hypnosis//Hocus pocus, yeahI tend to eat the lotus//Let me focus//Holy Moses, yeah

⁰³Truth or DareI might//Be a difficult kind of guy//Impish and impolite//Well, that’s how I’ve been described//And maybe they’re not not rightSo I’m giving you my green light//I like when you cross the line//You’re probably soft inside//But I promise you I won’t biteFighting me tooth and nail//Bite me and pull my hair//Prove to me you don’t care//Beat me in truth or dareWrap it and squeeze it tight//Peas or a bag of ice//Call it a two-way tie//You and IEverything heals in time//Cuz apparently I’m alive//So if I was you I’d try//To bleed me until I’m dryFighting me tooth and nail//Bite me and pull my hair//Prove to me you don’t care//Beat me in truth or dareI thrive off negativity//Anything negative, I’m for itThat was the last time//Better be the last timeThat was the last time//Better be the last time//That was the last time, last timeLast time//That was the last time//Better be the last time//That was the last time, last time

⁰⁴Beautiful StrangerFamiliar face//From memory fades//A beautiful trace//Slow music and poetry//Came over me//We’re supposed to be//Loving openlyLocked tight in a safe//Tied up in a cage//Your dutiful slave//Unusual mastery//Run faster, he//He came after me//What a tragedyBless that beautiful stranger//Each day reading the paper//Hush now, save it for later//Hold my head down on the pavementThis wonderful age//Of garbage and waste//All over the place//Untenable fantasy//That’s my specialty//He could never be//Just a man to meBless that beautiful stranger//Each day reading the paper//Hush now, save it for later//Hold my head down on the pavementBless that beautiful stranger//Each day reading the paper//Hush now, save it for later//Hold my head down on the pavement

⁰⁵IndigoI love it when you sing me soft to sleep//A shadow of a distant melody//I dream about a place where you and me//Can read up on the old philosophyHands on the table//Hands on the table//Head in a halo//Head in a haloHaloHigh, low, indigo//Tell me everything I need to know//Time is up and now I need to grow//One last kiss and then I’m out the doorHigh, low, indigo//Tell me everything I need to know//Time is up and now I need to grow//One last kiss and then I’m out the doorAway, away, away//Away, away, away//Away, away, away//Away, away, away

⁰⁶PaddleboatSpin around and around//Spin around and around//Pretty women never drown//Spin around and around and around//Spin around and aroundYeah, they say she’s going downtown lately//How now, baby?//Saw her last week//She’s a brand new ladyYeah, it’s unusual//It’s unusual//It’s unusual//It’s unusual//Why?Yeah, it happened a long time ago//Fallen soldiers live in history//Choppy water, little paddleboat//Carrying a letter overseasAnd I’ll roll two//Counterfeit dice//I can show you//What it looks likeLet me know you//Better tonight//And I’ll owe you//A penny for a little peace of mindSpin around and around//Spin around and around//Pretty women never drown//Spin around and around//And around and around and aroundYeah, it happened a long time ago//Fallen soldiers live in history//Choppy water, little paddleboat//Carrying a letter overseasAnd I’ll roll two//Counterfeit dice//I can show you//What it looks likeLet me know you//Better tonight//And I’ll owe you//A penny for a little peace of mindA penny for a little peace of mind//It’s just a penny for a little peace of mind//A penny for a little peace of mind

⁰⁷All CityLet me hear your music, what it sound like?//Step your money up, get your count right//Show me how to get like you//Tell me how to triple up a pound signSelling pop rock in a landslide//Playing hopscotch on a landmine//I can make your dreams come true//I’m the operator on the landlineDollar after dollar in the franchise//Back straight even when I’m upside down//What’s the price of salt on a french fry?//This is something you should prolly know by nowOut the fire straight into the pan fry//What you gonna do when it all falls down?//Stick it with me, baby, we’ll be alright//Follow every single thing I say right nowDo you ever feel like running away, but you jog in place?//And just when you pull ahead, they re-rig the race//So light the whole city on fire and let’s watch it blaze//Yeah, light the whole city on fireAll city, all city, all city, all city//Ladies!//All city, all city, all city, all city//If you got a twenty-dollar bill, get your hands up//All city, all city, all city, all city//All city, all city, all city, all city, all city//All city, all city, all city, all city//Hey Flirty, you gotta get me outta here, man!

⁰⁸Flat SodaHot summer, flat soda//Your body, this could be real//Real, real, realCicada, Corona//Fuck flavor, you like the feel//Feel, feel, feelWet pavement, hangover//Let’s chase it, and watch it squeal//Squeal, squeal, squealOne month till October//What are we, and what’s the deal//Deal, deal, dealDress me up, dress me down//Take my outfit apart//For realDo it over again//Run it back to the start//For realHot summer, flat soda//Your body, this could be real//Real, real, real//Real, real, real, real//Real, real, real, real//Real, real, real

⁰⁹KatieMy lovely lady, my baby, my Katie//My freak on a leash, my sunshine, my shady//I miss you Katie, you always amaze me//I’m sorry Katie, it’s okay to hate meI pissed an angel in the snow//I burnt my finger on the stove//You took my body and my soul//Knocked out my hustle and my flowI know you Katie, you bore me, you raised me//I like you Katie, my tender, my tasty//I hate you Katie, you rubbed me, erased me//You’re dirty Katie, your diaper needs changingI wanna tear off all your clothes//I wanna lick between your toes//I wanna go where no one goes//I wanna be your little ghostHennessy, Powerade//Ovaltine and mayonnaise//Sauerkraut, lemon haze//Grandma’s famous bologneseCyanide, cherry pie//Be my pretty butterfly//Rust is red, roses too//Now I’ll fall in love with youKatie//It’s compli-Katie

¹⁰Who Are Your Friends?Well, my new watch//Can tell me when//I can open up again//You wound me up//I’m metal-fedA ticking clock, a bitter smell//Surely my name rings a bell//You did me nice//You loved me wellSeven-digit code up in the lock, and you got the number//Unless you forgot, or you lost it somewhere//Driving off the lot, and I’m good to go, yeah//They said I’m good to goSo tell me, who are your friends?//And does the circuit break or bend?//Yeah, tell me a lie again//And we can all just play pretendElectric shock//A dizzy spell//A lonely echo in a cell//You did me nice//You loved me wellSeven-digit code up in the lock, and you got the number//Unless you forgot, or you lost it somewhere//Driving off the lot, and I’m good to go, yeah//They said I’m good to go-ohSo tell me, who are your friends?//And does the circuit break or bend?//Yeah, tell me a lie again//And we can all just play pretendSo tell me, who are your friends?//Find someone who can love you, baby//Tried so hard, just to call me crazy//Yeah, tell me a lie again//Find someone who can love you, baby//Tried so hard, just to call me crazy

¹¹Men in BlackLet the right one//Through the back//Pop the white one//Men in blackCarry on, carry on//Get it right, get it wrong//Whatchu want, whatchu want, whatchu wantCarry on, carry on//Get it right, get it wrong//Whatchu want, whatchu want, whatchu wantI been practicing a new religion//I was looking and a screw was missing//Buying everything in used condition//Dead engine and a chewed ignitionLet the right one//Through the back//Pop the white one//Men in blackI been practicing a new religion//I was looking and a screw was missing//Buying everything in used condition//Dead engine and a chewed ignitionEveryone could use a new beginning//Hard body and a rude ambition//Like a rat running through the kitchen//Men in black on a murder mission

¹²Soccer BallOne more year, another long weekend//Childhood is never really over, over//Studying the faces of my friends//Everyone is getting so much older, olderSuddenly my stomach starts to spin//I know I should probably take it slower, slower//Promise I can be a better man//January I’ll be going sober, soberAs I fall out of reach//Understand that//Something, something//Is pulling me towards the blueStudent parking, Wednesday afternoon//January’s only getting colder, colder//Told my mama I’ll be home real soon//Acting like I barely even know her, know herFound my sister crying in her room//She said she saw Jesus in the toaster, toaster//Driving past the places that I knew//95, I’m only getting closer, closerSoccer ball in the street//Hold my hand, cuz//Something, something//Is pulling me towards the blue

¹³Blazed UpMilesBlazed up in a great big fire//Face up in the middle of the jungle//Blazed up in a great big fire//Patience, there’s so many things you still don’t know//Passing timeBlazed up in a great big fire//Play rough till somebody crying uncle//Blazed up in a great big fire//Fake punk, tell security to let me go//Boom bye byeNickRidin’ ’round with the top let down//And a megaphone out//Yellin “here lil kitty kitty”//One thou, give me all of it now//I’m the president//Yeah, I’m the government, wicky wickyHighbrow with a little profile//Unofficial exile of the same old shit committee//Meanwhile, I’m unregistered now//In my criminal file, it say “bad lil mickie fickie”MilesWhat’s a man without his people?//What’s a home without a state?//What’s the good in doing evil//On a rock in outer space?Well, I had heard it in a fable//It was written down in fate//Now it whispers like a secret//That’s about to slip awayBlazed up in a great big fire//Paystub, every dollar in the lotto//Blazed up in a great big fire//Stay tough, you ain’t never took a hit before//You’ll be fineBlazed up in a great big fire//Faithless little liar in a foxhole//Blazed up in a great big fire//Wake up, if you only knew the things I know//Do or dieNickLook out, it’s a storm down South//Build a big brick house//Cuz the wolf comin’, piggy piggy//Load up on the toilet rolls now//Get some cheap paper towels//Hit the Giant like, “gimme gimme!”Decals, all the signs in the ground//It’s too late for that now//Where’d the time go? Ticky ticky//Pop out with a sharp white smile and a growl//Everybody say, “ya ya, shimmy shimmy”MilesWhat’s a man without his people?//What’s a home without a state?//What’s the good in doing evil//On a rock in outer space?Well, I had heard it in a fable//It was written down in fate//Now it whispers like a secret//That’s about to slip awayMiles & NickDo or die, do, do or die//You gotta//Do or die, do, do or die//You gotta//Do or die, do, do or die//You gotta//Do or die, do, do or die//You gotta//Do or die, do, do or die//You gotta//Do or die, do, do or die//You gotta do

^**Real KillaAll straight, no filler//Yeah, you know you rolling with a real killa//All face, no filter//Yeah, you know you rolling with a real killaGhostface, real thriller//Yeah, you know you rolling with a real killa//Go ape, gorilla//Yeah, you know you rolling with a real killaGet up, get up, it’s a shakedown//Stand up and wait for your takedown//Get up, get up, it’s a shakedown//Hope that you’re comfortable face downGet up, get up, for the retail//Visit my website for details//Get up, get up, for the retail//Check your promotional emailsAll straight, no filler//Yeah, you know you rolling with a real killa//All face, no filter//Yeah, you know you rolling with a real killaGhostface, real thriller//Yeah, you know you rolling with a real killa//Go ape, gorilla//Yeah, you know you rolling with a real killaNickYeah, yeah//thepriceofsalt.com//We got everything you need//We got white shirts//Red shirts, blue shirts//Old merch, new merch//Support an independent artist//And we got new shit on the way too//Yeah, yeah//thepriceofsalt.com

^**Wet It DownThe boys was in the pet shop//The one right next to Tesco//And you was in the Tesla//While I was pumpin’ petrol//You smiled like a Cheshire//I’m cheesing like some cheddar//The V is for Vendetta//But U’s my favorite letter//A man of simple pleasure//A bloke like any other//Let’s take this down to Brixton//And play under the covers//I’m burning pocket rubbers//I’m heavy like a feather//A stodgy sort of weather//It’s raining in DecemberWalking round//The bridge fell down and I can’t see nun’//London town//Click clack blaow, better grab your gun//Lost and found//The queen is dead and the streets have won//Wet it down//Ahhhh!This city’s lost its luster//It stinks like rancid butter//The sky is storming under//It’s gushing through the gutter//Your old man, he’s a sucker//Cheeky little bugger//I’ll beat him like a buzzer//Let’s gut that muthafucka//The street is turning sour//Your lips purse to a pucker//So kiss me on the forehead//And be my secret lover//I’ll teach you how to measure//The distance from the thunder//Just count the passing seconds//And multiply the numberWalking round//The bridge fell down and I can’t see nun’//London town//Click clack blaow, better grab your gun//Lost and found//The queen is dead and the streets have won//Wet it down//Ahhhh!

^**Amazing GraceNickAy, you don’t wanna know what kinda deal I’m in//They got all my records and my publishing//My girl think I’m way too into Jesus//And now I’m driving nowhere for no reasonMilesGet away//Run so fast, I need some Gatorade//Dayton, Ohio’s only days away//I need some cash, I’m on a paper chase//Amazing grace//Grace!I’m the type of white boy that can make shit happen//Step up in the label with my pants all sagging//What if I could show you how to do magic?//And what if I was sitting on a new classic?New classic//I was stuck inside, that shit was too tragic//But then it clicked and what I did was choose passion//Now everybody’s all looking at me like, what happened?//What happened?Drive faster//Windows tinted 20, told ’em go blacker//Switching both lanes in a Hellcat and//Police up ahead and I’ma fly past ’emYou know they wish they could but they won’t be catching//Me never//Pack a pair of sandals and a warm sweater//Now your boy’s ready for whatever//Whatever, whateverNickLook, you don’t wanna know what kinda deal I’m in//I owe a couple thousand to the government//Shit’ll make you feel like a Republican//Before you take a photo, gotta suck it in//Suck it in, gotta suck it in//Anorexic women and the musclemen//Half-Filipinos and the Mexicans//All of y’all are basically my next of kinMilesGet away//Run so fast, I need some Gatorade//Dayton, Ohio’s only days away//I need some cash, I’m on a paper chase//Amazing grace//Grace!Labor Day//I’m tryna make it home by Labor Day//I’m high as hell but it don’t hit the same//I feel like Peaches, fuck the pain away//The pain away//AwayBrat StarBroke free from White Claw jail//And now I’m on the loose//You know I’m a Belieber//So how can I lose?My girls all got Claws//So I got the Goose//No, it’s not cold out//But I still rock my GooseAmazed by the way//These Hokas carry my weight//I’m just a girl in Canada//With a lot of faithAmazed by the color grade//Of The Social Network//I’ll send my cultural net worth//High as the CN TowerFrail as a flower//But I go harder//Simple as ever//Never wear designerThe swag’s my savior//I’ll live forever//Amazing graceBroke free from White Claw jail//And now I’m on the loose//You know I’m a Belieber//So how can I lose?My girls all got Claws//So I got the Goose//No, it’s not cold out//But I still rock my GooseNickNo, no, no, you don’t wanna know what kinda deal I’m in//They showed up at my crib and they took everything//So now I’m driving northbound on the 57//I swear that if I make it, then I’m locking inLocking in, yeah, I’m locking in//I’m ’bout to be the definish of locking in//I might just make Ontario my residence//Locking in, yeah, I’m locking in

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