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Soul Jazz Records Presents Acid-Mysterons Invade the Jackin' Zone: Chicago Acid and Exp (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Trip Hop Acid Phunk, Vol. 3 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Tito's Acid Trip (Jay Clayton) · Modern Guilt (Beck) · Modern Guilt (Beck) · Modern Guilt (Beck) · Puss/Oh the Guilt (The Jesus Lizard) · A Celebration of Guilt (Arsis) · Guilt Show (The Get Up Kids) · A Celebration of Guilt (Arsis) – and 90 other albums »


to be 
Won back by Cotton's 
Very own altered-ego:  
SUPER COTTON after   
The acid mother of all  
Battles!  

MANGO!
COTTON!

Mango cotton
the guilt trip's off your face
And if you and I are smart we'll never meet again

I know this feeling it bleeds my insides
I wanna fight and fucking bury them
That day you said you sent a letter to me, never got it anyway,
Playing that guilt trip game, some are won't to do.
Now I lie awake with tequila

Ex

Aer

Aer

Aer

2014

the morning of guilt,
Rules broken by unspoken agreements,
Five backslides won’t help the healing,
Direct contact that’s way too recent,
But I feel too good
trips, so crazy
Living here without you in my life
No reason to shop, no end, no top by the fire
Without you I always spill a tear
Just you and me
[Speech]
"We hold these truths to be self evident
that all men are created equal
and endowed by their creator
with certain inalienable rights
see his demons in empty hallways
I trip to make the fall shorter
Fall quarter was just a tall order
And I'm hungry, I'm just not that thirsty
a coffee bar 
I took a trip down Charing Cross Road 
With my imitation Gretsch guitar 
And my head full of songs and my eyes full of stars 
I saw a band
a guilt-trip down by cryin' 

I can't go for that
No 

Women these days aren't realistic 
They'll drive a man crazy 'cause they're materialistic 
Always
think that say about the God you worship?
First of all, I know it ain't a song that's gon' change the world
There's no way
It's not a guilt trip, it's
so damned easy, 
Racing trains from Second Street to Avalon. 
Take a trip down memory lane, 
You don't see no friendly faces 
All the houses have
Before ligaments and fridges
The triple six digits religion
Might sacrifice pigeon's fidget
Was created by ancient midgets
My kamikaze cronies
[Speech]
"We hold these truths to be self evident
that all men are created equal
and endowed by their creator
with certain inalienable rights
the door on this room right here I've had my eye on

Let's move down the hallway further, I can see them raping my mom
Back in Catholic school, acid
came for the dangerous shit
I claimed to be named for the hits, the game is a chain that I grip
Slang from the pain of a trip it took to see Wayne in
Now I see why daddy loced up when he spoke up on the system 
We just some rats poisoned by the snakes venom
Feel it the only respect is worth killin'
The Backwoods is hitting
Hope that that shit is not giving me cancer
Trip on acid while I'm rapping, Sippin' muddy, counting money
I think she took too many
their bibles and boots
You can see yourself as it's not too far
One short trip you don't who they are
Till the night comes then it all comes back
Like
a trip down the Charing Cross Road
With my imitation Gretsch guitar
And my head full of songs and my eyes full of stars

I saw a band called
scars starting off at the side of they're ear
Ending up by the jaw of the throat another law broke
I try to patch it white kids is buying acid
Closing
cuts
Just a stomach in disgust, and the fear

That I might go nuts this year
If I don't swell up I'll see you one my way
One day this shit'll kill
and roll
Rap and roll are separate to some acid trip 'cus rock and roll is fuckin' old
The group of girls your so in on have to be on there oh there
the good stop 
But don't sleep we leavin' cars on wood blocks 
An lookin for could be nots drivin by lookin wide-eyed 
Gone acid washed jeans T-shirt
mouth
Trying to wild out
And we see just
How you laying
And we peep your style out
(You a punk)
When you chilling out in
Front of your truck
their bibles and boots
You can see yourself as it's not too far
One short trip you don't who they are
Till the night comes then it all comes back
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