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Clyde Crooks

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I don't think it's hard to tell, too much to say 
I don't talk to anybody, anyway
Never get to speak to much, never get to talk 
Wind up on the wheel, the pressure build 
Release
Warmest cord, warmest care
Love was sent, uh 
You got love, you got time 
What you meant, uh 
Yeah
I want it days in advance
Hop off the plane when I land 
I want it days in advance, right in my hand, don't wanna ask 
Don't wanna beg you, baby
Don't wanna neg you, baby
Don't wanna take my time
Don't wanna talk to crazy
Don't wanna beg, don't wanna beg, don't wanna beg
Just wanna read your fuckin' mind
Too few signs, way too much time, yeah
Thinkin' 'bout if you were mine, yeah 
Why the f*ck I do this every time, yeah
(I been thinkin' about)
Sun salutation on a Monday
White, white powder on the weekends, yeah 
Sirsasana on a Sunday 
Miley Cyrus, bloody nose, sinus leakin'
Dancin' naked in your bedroom with the lights off
Come on, baby girl, you're lookin' good, got the right stuff
White t-shirt, black jeans, and you're iced up 
Show you angry love, summer night, different kinds of 
Different side of me 
What you to see the feeling that's behind the image
What you to lie to me 

Keep the pace, fall behind
All these ones, zeros in my mind 
Walk like Harriet, carry these nines
You too kind, you too kind 
We ain't got ties, you ain't my slime 
Vespertine, oughta rape these dimes, yeah
Oh god 

C-c-cut throat, kill you while you sleep, bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
Come through
I want it days in advance, hop off the plane when I land 
I want it, I want it days in advance, right in my hand, don't wanna ask 

That's just how the evening started 
Stamp your forehead with these fuckin' rings
Blood shedding on the carpet, catch a body
Four to the head like mane
I'm a gonna have to beg your pardon
Pullin', Tokyo Drift, Johnny Dang, rollin' too hard, goin' James Harden
I'm tellin' you that it don't have to be this way
I remember everything you said to me 
Cloudin' all up in my mental sky tonight 
Please just won't you let me take your pain away 
Just want you to let me f*ck your pain away
F*ck your pain away, f*ck your pain away, hmm, hmmm
Soft like a bullet in the head
Wet like Mohave, like the Red 
Council flat music, Limerick 
Soft like a bullet in the head
(Soft like a bullet in the head, soft like a bullet in the head)
Doin' 89 down Hope Street
Same fuckin' fog that killed Kobe 
24 bands every morning 
Hmm, I been, I been on it 
(Yeah, yeah)
Backwooded in the Benzo
And she pass it right to herself 
She don't even need no help 
Make her feel you again
Catch you creepin' here I might stare
Coke queens playing pretend
They ain't your friends, they don't wanna see you in the ends
Behind their eyes ain't nobody there
Love ain't for rent
Love ain't for sale 
But I'd give it all to you if he weren't here
You would still see me, you would still care 
Lyin' to myself, sayin' what you got is rare, aw yeah
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah

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