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The Foetus
03:32
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Dummy up like the internet
No empathy, no regrets
Finite amount of love in the chest
We were born, so we're pests
And now we gotta do our best
And now we gotta do our best
And now we gotta do our best
And now we gotta do our best
I wanna go back (I wanna go back)
Come and help me regress (come and help me regress)
I'm a child
Watch how I deal with stress
Not very well, personal hell
I wanna wind it right back before the man with the belt
And the voice as it yelled
And all the bullies and the institutions as well
I'm a foetus again
I think I wanna be a foetus again
I think I wanna be a foetus again (I'm a foetus)
I think I wanna be a foetus again
I'm a foetus again
Goodbye real world
I'm a foetus again
Goodbye stress
I'm a foetus again
Goodbye internet
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2. |
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(Bistro)
These mean streets
Up in these mean streets
Crippling
Ain't no pimple cream
Recurring dream
Burglary
Houso boys not afraid to kill
Child soldiers don’t know right from wrong
Ego strong ain't no ego song
Ego long like expensive bong
Twelve year olds
They be smoking cigs
Smoking weed cause their daddy did
Daddy's gone ‘cos they do round here
No options so Mum’s gambling
Pedophiles coming in my home
Got a bike because I can steal
Marg' on toast were their last four meals
South Australia
Not Brazil
Not Russia or Africa
Lucky country
Go fuck yourself
These mean streets
Up in these mean streets
(Simo Soo)
St Mary's cemetery huffin' bongs laced with herron
Sawn off shotgun ridin' shotgun Year 7
Best friend died of asthma
Don't believe in Heaven
Satan more forgiving
Three 6 Mafia on my Discman
Kids get pregnant then the teachers get the transfers
Stoned in exams with the sleeves covered in answers
How many chances do you get?
I think I used them all
I'm not passing shit unless it's joints or a basketball
Slept on the floor on the night when you disappeared
Racist neighbours ran your whole family outta here
Sometimes I think of you and wonder are you okay
I’d look for you on Instagram but don’t know your @ name
I've seen some real shit (real shit)
Fuck up your life shit (life shit)
These streets got mean streaks
And these is some mean streets
(Bistro)
These mean streets
Up in these mean streets
Serf in a kingdom don’t know what is that?
Radicalise me don't know what to live for
Kill a cop
Rob a shop
Watched my uncle kill his dog
Watched my best mate light a fire
Burned a factory got away with it
I got nothing
Just some stories
Tell the world no one's applauding
These mean streets
Up in these mean streets
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3. |
Laura
03:15
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Stank hoes with the berries
Hitler on the telly
Thieving little mittens
Chasing little smittens
I was a kitten
Now I'm a lion
Don't try to poach me I'm hungrier than you are
All I do was eat then
Though I had to lose kilos
Got my teeth fixed
Wish you could see me now
Laura, Laura, Laura
Laura, Laura, Laura
Laura, Laura, Laura
Laura, Laura, Laura
Yo, childhood obsession
Manic depression
Never really shook that
Yo I took that, advice I overlooked that
Now we're old, now we're jaded
I hope you'd like me
I hope you're not basic
Didn't know ya
I loved your skin though
Eyes, hair smelt like candy
Innocence, ignorance actually
Laura AKA gorgeous
Archetype psycho, just my type though
Need it ripe though, make an appointment
Ahh forget it, subconsciously influencing my decisions
For ever and ever and ever and ever
And ever and ever and ever
Laura, Laura, Laura
Laura, Laura, Laura
Laura, Laura, Laura
Laura, Laura, Laura
Keep it Freudian, yeah
Laura, Laura, Laura
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4. |
The Teacher
04:13
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(Shake, working
Let’s rock it, shake it, work it
All the way to the ground, let’s go ya’ll
Don’t stop, you’re working, shaking
Let’s rock it, shake it, work it
Your body working, shaking
All the way to the ground, let’s go ya’ll
Don’t stop, you’re working, shaking
Let’s rock it, shake it, work it
Your body working, shaking
All the way to the ground, let’s go ya’ll)
Wake up
Single man in an affordable one bedder
Never better
Put my trousers on one leg at a time
They’re nice
Second nicest thing I own
They’re linen
Couple scoops in the French Press after I get dressed
Two slices
Leftover Thai on top
Coulda been anything (body body body body)
But I do this
It’s five to eight
Can’t be late (shake, work)
Principal on my back for time off like I didn’t really need it (let’s rock it, shake it work it)
These kids are doing my head in
PIssing and shitting on everything (shake, work)
Tantrums in class (shake, working)
What are the parents actually doing in 1996?
They get away with everything
No discipline
It’s all on me
It’s all on me
It’s all on me
(Don’t stop, you’re working, shaking
Let’s rock it, shake it, work it
Your body working, shaking
All the way to the ground, let’s go ya’ll
Don’t stop, you’re working, shaking
Let’s rock it, shake it, work it
Your body working, shaking
All the way to the ground, let’s go ya’ll)
Volkswagen won’t start
But I get there in the end
The fat girl’s crying
And the fat girl’s crying
And the fat girl’s crying (don’t stop)
And the fat girl’s crying (don’t stop)
And the fat girl’s crying
(Shake, working
Body body body body
Don’t stop, you’re working, shaking
Let’s rock it, shake it, work it
Your body working, shaking
All the way to the ground, let’s go ya’ll
Don’t stop, you’re working, shaking
Let’s rock it, shake it, work it
Your body working, shaking
All the way to the ground, let’s go ya’ll
Don’t stop, you’re working, shaking
Let’s rock it, shake it, work it
Your body working, shaking
All the way to the ground, let’s go ya’ll
Don’t stop, you’re working, shaking
Let’s rock it, shake it, work it
Your body working, shaking
All the way to the ground, let’s go ya’ll)
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5. |
Mister Nobody
01:27
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My father was a gambler
That's why I became a teacher
Every night he went to the Caffè Nero where there was always a deck of cards
The soundtrack to my childhood was my mother's crying and swearing in Greek
That's why I became a teacher
There's a look that kids get on their face
A look of concentration
That's what I teach for
It means they know that where they're going
Is better than where they've come from
That's what I teach for
The others?
The others waste my time
They treat my classroom like a Caffè Nero
They fritter it away
Their failure isn't mine
I'm a teacher
I teach only those there to be taught
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6. |
Chart Show
03:41
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I got those Tim Tams for your jim jams
Make up, no plans, radio on
Tape the chart show
Beats skip
Looking like a cherub
Soft skin, pudgy mid riff
The 90s, rained a lot
Cried a lot
Wild emotions
Crushes unrequited
Before all the potions
Just tryna' go through the motions
It got too hard
No perspective where you going
What you doing
Plus Stewart round the corner wants to stick the fuckin' shoe in
Got love from Mum and Dad but they had no idea
I had fear
A lot of bravery didn't exist
And I lied about things that didn't have no benefit
Grow up, grow up son
I couldn't wait to man up
And that's a process
Tape the chart show, carry on
Got Almir back in school with the porno mags
The pages stuck together because he stole 'em from his dad
First time I realised you could receive love from an ad
But what's a pit though?
What's my age? Tape Rage
Tape the chart show
Tapes become adult
Christy Canyon, Jenna Jamieson
Crushes become fantasies
That would manifest
I wanna put my fingers under that girl's dress
I wanna get undressed, I'm stressed
I need relief
I still want chocolate and chips and treats
And cartoons
I want rock 'n roll, too
I wanna be Kieth Moon
I want Dark Side of the Moon
I want weed and goon
I want freedom and youth
Hormones like typhoons
And I only wants tunes
And jerking off like a meth addict all the time
Like boom boom bap ba boom boom boom bap like
I've seen it and lived it
I did and I do
That's the late 90s for me
Was it the late 90s for you?
Was it the late 90s for you?
First things first, don't know what I'm seeking
No Facebook but my dopamine's peaking
Borderline in high school
Histrionic gossiping
Bullied then was bullied
Broken was the goal
She's a mole, he's a gronk
And gangs were a reality
Rest in peace Dhung, he was the first casualty
Trolley polls, rollin, Discmans
Orchy bongs, MCMs, 2Pac
Paddle Pops, Paddle Pops
I've seen it and lived it
I did and I do
That's the late 90s for me
Was it the late 90s for you?
Was it the late 90s for you?
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7. |
Waco (93 til Infinity)
02:41
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Baby that was a trip, couple of blips blips
Won't be doing that again in a hurry
Lots of emotions and scars left on me
Scrub up quite nice
I'm not bitter, I'm Umami
Call me well adjusted
Only took 33 years
David Koresh
Took Jesus Christ's fears
Fire surrounded the compound like a sweater
And then we saw hell
And now I've never felt better
In my life, stuck up like a stalicmite
Eyes on my reflection, just to check who's behind
Trust in naievity and be seen
Trust in naievity and be me
Call me well adjusted
Only took 33 years
David Koresh
Took Jesus Christ's fears
Fire surrounded the compound like a sweater
And then we saw hell
And now I've never felt better
Be seen, that's the lesson
Be seen, that's a lesson
Be seen, that's a lesson
Be seen, that's the lesson
Goodbye sun, goodbye moon, goodbye grass
Goodbye moon, goodbye dirt, goodbye dirt
Yeah I'll see ya later, Waco
Goodbye sun, goodbye moon, goodbye grass
Goodbye dirt, goodbye dirt, Goodbye food
Yeah I'll see ya later, Waco
And I'll see ya later, Waco
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