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hittin', bones break
Got it all for low rates
High risk, low stakes
All gas, no brakes
Double shot, no chase
Trouble hot, pump fake
Shotty gripped, too late

I just need a filler arc, somewhere far far away from where the villains are
Slow pace, low stakes, everything resolves 
On its own in due to time,

my own rate, yeah
I will own late
I won't know wait, yeah
Get to go great
And there's low stakes, yeah
And I'll be okay
I'll be so straight, yeah
At my

all these low-stakes troubles
Take a while to break out of my cave
I gotta find this peace of mind I haven't seen in my 25 years alive
Or I'll burn out

low stakes but they raise it up in post haste
 
try to leave a deeper impression than Monet

Sepia-toned hue, they're seeking the reminiscence
cement

Upon the My-O-My

Captain Beefheart

The Dust Blows Forward (An Anthology)

1999

The decks were stacked
The wind blew low
The wind blew high
The stakes were low
The stakes were high

Upon the My-O-My
Hands low, hands high

I can

So call it lust
Without loss
Low stakes, low bar, and no cost
Who's the bitch now? And who's the boss? Who's the boss

Tell me what you wanna

low enough
for us to see them
we fight tooth and nail
but only when
the stakes are low enough
for us to see them

all of our shells
they outlast
all

you're trying to achieve
The controlling ways of yours
Always put yourself first
Never cared about others

The stakes are too low (Too low too low

way
Low hanging fruit or the high stakes
Proud of the progress that I made
My heat is rising and your shade feels like a summer breeze
They wanna hate,

the thrill but I hate the chase
And you always run out of things to say
We're getting swept up by the tide
Feeling so low with the stakes so high
We're playing

stakes, low rent melodrama
You got me on the run
Huh uh uh

Yeah you're driving me crazy
With the matchbox smile
And that hair that you wear in that out

Sip it then I'm ghost face 
Cooking up low tempo, low stakes 
Hit the gas, no brakes, slipping through the snowflakes 
Slipping to my doom 
I'm gone way

Sip it then I'm ghost face 
Cooking up low tempo, low stakes 
Hit the gas, no brakes, slipping through the snowflakes 
Slipping to my doom 
I'm gone way

fuckers are so fake
Cheap shit with gold paint
You're nothing without faith
You're nothing without hate
Your money and fake chains
Your life is low stakes
I

an assortment of crews
It's war that we choose
I can afford a few bruises
Scarred up, barred up
Not apart from the booze
Levels are low
Stakes is high 
And my

with deadly metals
Gas pedal go with the flow quit pumpin the breaks jumpin over nothing high strung for low stakes
My breath rate placate my brethren

You max your credit line on blood diamond mines
A Betty Ford stint for your cocaine war crimes
You raise your kids on low-stakes poker machines
401K

I’ve been thinking all about my enemies
Titanic sinking
Who killed the Kennedys
Perusing journals and picking apart my memories
I was tripping on low

to play the game because it's low stakes

You call out bullshit like none I've ever seen
You be the center and I'll be the screen

Over time it was plain

better for you
So strange
New words that I'm recalling for you
It's always so low stakes
New ways to say it's better for you
To not change

All my fault so

shadow mode
Plot escape
Gotta watch
Gotta wait
Make this place serve a purpose
Solo slow days
Solo makes it low stakes
Been so patient

It's late
The sun

dumb, I'm blind 
How I love your space, your time 

Ooh girl you make it hurt so goody 
Why you gotta do me like that? 
To low stakes, a man can't

Low stakes when the

Give & the take is unknown



Take a chance on my heart,

Take a chance on my heart now, baby



Hot sand in a faraway land