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Seaweed Sheets (DANCEHALLHORNSOUND!!!! Remix)
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Astronautalis
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Tires and broken trees All washed up on rubble beach Best lover I never loved Tucked beneath the seaweed sheets Little scraps of shells and sand caked your shaky hand As little fingertips slide inside of my belt loop again Your matted hair and sappy stare lost inside the haze of the sun Stumbling a three legged race You lean on me the whole way back home You can never guess what you find washed up on a shore On the sunny day after a storm I left her there in bed that day To watch a hotel hauled away on backs of trucks Among stacks of bricks, lithographs of seaside scenes Flap in the breeze the canvas ripped I guess I'm scared to wake up next to her Or maybe I'm too scared to ever fall asleep Comfortably coiled in a tide pool at the edge of the beach I watch the world wake up as the sun leaves a land of the stucco bleached Stomach rocks with the waves, a smile is tossed on my face Cement feet drag me neck deep, sometimes a bit of trouble is great Whatever you about to discover we off that You about to tell her you love her we off that Always wanna fight in the club and we off that But you can't bring the future back, back Y'all are steady chasin the fame and we off that Oversized clothes and chains we off that n***as still making it rain and we off that 'Cause you can't bring the future back, back Tell them haters get off me, the Cris' we off that Timbs we off that, rims we off that (Yeah we off that, is you still on that?) (And we still makin money 'cause we still on that) We never leave a ransom We fill your car wash up with drugs We drink our beer in the shower We leave without locking up Round here the days are just packed With same smirking faces and the same haircuts The city's a boarding school with rigid hemlines and golden rules A grid of pictures yellow light highlighting only chosen few Look we made the news again, me and my old friends (haha) I'm sick, she's a communist, he's p*ssed we're all monuments To the greatest hair-dos of the modern age Let's escape, we can smoke cigarettes and comb the woods for dirty magazines Sneak out ruin our shoes and hide from no one inside of the When they fill us in on exactly what me missed We'll never talk about all of the nervous little breaths Tomorrow when we're retracing our all our shaky little steps We'll never tell a soul that we kissed Whatever you about to discover we off that You about to tell her you love her we off that Always wanna fight in the club and we off that But you can't bring the future back, back Y'all are steady chasin the fame and we off that Oversized clothes and chains we off that n***as still making it rain and we off that 'Cause you can't bring the future back, back Tell them haters get off me, the Cris' we off that Timbs we off that, rims we off that (Yeah we off that, is you still on that?) (And we still makin money 'cause we still on that)
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