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Feel my heart breakin'
Wonder when it's gonna pop
Feel my heart breakin'
Wonder when it's gonna pop
'Cause you know it will
And you don't wanna be there
'Cause I'm gonna break on through
Feel the levee's breakin'
Wonder when it's gonna pop
Feel the levee's breakin'
Wonder when it's gonna pop
'Cause you know it will
And you definitely don't wanna be there
We're all gonna drown
Take some rocks and gravel baby
Pave a solid road
Take some rocks and gravel baby
And lead it right to your home
Better yet, why don't you pave that road
Right up to your bedroom door
So I can, so i can, come on in
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Black cloud, hangin' 'round
Last hope, hopeless town
Bitter poison, wolf's teat
Ain't the cure, or the remedy
Wintered with, bird and beast
What the knife, what the feast
When the last dollar falls, from that ol' money tree
It's all right, don't quit on me
Hour's late, so they say
Never more, ever grey
Don't trust 'em, baby
The left or right
Out of hate, or out of spite
Those red minds, blues hearts
honesty, that's a start
When the last bugle calls, for all to retreat
It's all right, don't quit on me
When they suck your veins so dry, and bullied all your blood's heat
It's all right, don't quit on me
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In my time, of dying
Don't want nobody to weep or moan
All I ask is for you to take my body home
Well, well, well
So I can die easy
Well, well, well
So I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up my dying bed
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I got stoned on Kill & Haight
Tried to kill the blues but they just wouldn't wait
I got stoned on Kill & Haight
Tried to kill the blues but they just wouldn't wait
Old girlfriends should stay
Home with their new boyfriends
Old girlfriends should stay
Home with their new boyfriends
I got stoned on Kill & Haight
Tried to kill the blues but they just wouldn't wait
I got stoned on Kill & Haight
Probably make the papers if the papers were straight
Old girlfriends should stay
Home with their new boyfriends
Old girlfriends should stay
Home with their new boyfriends
Old girlfriends should stay
Home with their new boyfriends
Old girlfriends should stay
Home with their new boyfriends
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White sugar, this ain't how I planned
White sugar, slipped right through my hands
White sugar, all I want was a dip
White sugar, bit me on the lip
White sugar met me on the streets
White sugar, blood was on my sheets
White sugar, 52nd & Steele
White sugar, tryin' to find Lucille
My White Sugar
My White Sugar
White sugar, like a knife in a sheath
White sugar, by the skin of my teeth
White sugar, I got the phone to tap
White sugar, sat right on my lap
My White Sugar
My White Sugar
White sugar calls, green dollar falls
White sugar calls, green dollar falls, falls, falls
White sugar, I'll wear my Grandfather's cap
White sugar, pack a bag that's fat
White sugar ain't white she's black
My White Sugar
White Sugar
Sugar
White Sugar
My White Sugar
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What would it take for you to be a liar
What would it take for me to spark your fire
Show me the path through your barbed wire
and I'll spin you around like a clothes dryer
What would it take for you to be a liar
I know you only met me this summer
You know I got rhythm like a drummer
I'm rotten to the core like a gun-runner
In his Christian Dior shades he's quite the stunner
I know you only met him this summer
He's like Beau Brummel
I'm a Brahma Bull
He's like Beau Brummel
I'm a Brahma Bull
What would it take for us to become liars
I don't much care to get no higher
I made this beat with a pair of pliers
So spread the word like a missionary
I'm comin' in your house like a burglary
So spread the word like a missionary
I'm comin' in your house like a burglary
He's like Beau Brummel
I'm a Brahma Bull
He's like Beau Brummel
I'm a Brahma Bull
What would it take for us to become liars
What would it take for us to become liars
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released December 12, 2014