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Recession

[Intro]
Oh!
Oh!
 
[Verse 1]
Ah
I can sense, I can see
I can touch what you perceive
Breathe it in and let it out
Your world is mine now
 
[Pre-Chorus]
My thoughts are healing
The chaos receding
I hear, I talk in Technicolor
My faults are healing
The chaos receding
I hear, I talk in Technicolor
 
[Chorus]
Bold new world
Brave new color
Wake me up and peel back the cover
Bold new world
Brave new color
C'mon, wake me up, wake me up
Don't put me under
 
[Pos-Chorus]
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah, ah ah ah-ah-ah ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah ah ah ah ah ah
 
[Verse 2]
I can't feel, I can't sense
I'm losing track of the difference
Breathe it in and let it out
Who turned the lights down?
 
[Pre-Chorus]
My body is receding
A shadow is, it's creeping
I breathe, I sleep in Technicolor
It's dying while dreaming
A shadow is, it's creeping
I breathe, I sleep in Technicolor
 
[Chorus]
Cold dead world
Draining color
Wake me up and peel back the cover
Cold dead world
Draining color
C'mon, wake me up, wake me up
Don't put me under
 
[Outro]
Oh!
Oh!
Ah!
Oh!
Ah
 

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Drop Dead

I spent too many days
In your confinement
Captive to brazen lights
And to cursed to silence
 
It's a different kind of pain
Dark and defiant
Heightened adrenaline
I need a regimen
 
Find me a sedative I been fucking
Haunted by hindsight
(Haunted by hindsight)
Daunted by timelines
Lost in your mind’s eye
 
Drop dead
 
And burn the bridges that you built in my head
Disown decisions that you made in my stead
(I said)
Close the prison and forget the time spent
(I've been)
Left in this confinement too long
 
But this won't clear my name
I had the coldest disdain
I have to shoulder the blame
 
For the role that I played
In the moments you faded a smoldering flame
Hope you know that I hate it
And can’t overstate that
You don't feel the same
You should be
 
I looked away
I couldn't placate
Twenty four hours a day
I had to stay
I couldn't vacate
Any morale that you gained
You weren't okay
But I couldn't placate
Twenty four hours a day
I had to stay
Too many things were not said
 
I hope you fucking
Drop dead
 
Left in this confinement too long
I've been over my head too long
 
This terror in the night's been too long
This terror in the night’s been too long
 
I turned my back when you left her side
There’s nothing left here to rectify
 
Left alone and you're left to die
Left alone and I hope you drop dead
 

The Puppeteer

Tangled in wires of iron
Strangled by strings of despair
 
The rusted needle of your compass crumbled into dust
You waste of hate are a shame to yourself
 
The curtain fell the play begins
Your naked carcass is exposed
 
Dance for the lord of broken souls
The one, that sets the rhythm you obey
Your life lies in his hands
Hear and fear the mocking child's laugh
 
All the marks that you've left were swallowed by the tides
You're nothing more but a ghost from the past
 
Your life has left you in the dark
Now strings come sprouting from your hands
 
Dance for the lord of broken souls
The one, that sets the rhythm you obey
Your life lies in his hands
Hear and fear the mocking child's laugh
 
Give up on this worthless struggle
You've delivered your soul to the deepest of black
Let go of your last hopes
From now on the great showmaker will make your lifeless moves
Hear the craving of the doll
One cut will settle this once and for all
 
And for all
 
Nigh is the end of this dread show
And so the master's rhythm will stagnate
Now the scissors come to cut your strings
The magic fades away
 

Walk Out

[Intro]
H-h-hey, McCoy
I get my work from the Narco
 
[Chorus: MATT OX]
Walk out, Gucci, walk in, Louis
Walk out Gucci, it's racks on my feet
Walk in Louis, it’s racks on my jeans
I'ma ball with the ball, I just ball with the green
Can't stop buyin’ the mall, man, I feel like a fiend
 
[Verse 1: Matt Ox]
Check look like a pretty penny (Like a pretty penny)
Neck broke, chain was too heavy (It was too heavy)
Tryna chase the clout, you boys is too petty (You is too petty)
I'm tryna chase a mil', I need all the fetty (All the fetty)
You not my slime, my boys are way too slimy (Slatt, slatt)
Get a bag, I heard you already 30 (Yeah)
And it's so sad (What), ‘cause I already what you ain't earnin' (Uh huh)
Started to stack (Yuh), when my mama stopped giving' me money (Yeah)
Stopped doin' allowance ‘cause that was lil’ cash to me (Yeah)
 
[Chorus: Matt Ox]
Walk out (Walk), Gucci (Walk), walk in (Walk), Louis (Walk)
Walk out Gucci, it’s racks on my feet (Feet)
Walk in Louis it's racks on my jeans (Jeans)
I’ma ball with the ball, I just ball with the green (Green)
Can't stop buyin' the mall, man, I feel like a fiend (Fiend)
 
[Verse 2: Valee]
I'm in Louis Vuitton, that’s two different browns
My exotic sound like it's two different sounds
I might put that bitch in a Versace gown
I spent 7,000, it's Ricks on my trousers
I put thirteen racks in my motor, it's louder
It's ice on my t-shirt, but not from the ice chills
I don't got no Wi-Fi, I'm still servin' Hi-Tech
I painted my photo and took off the labels
My other bitch spun like I'm John Leguizamo
I'm in a Chevy, bitch, but it's not a Lawndale
My Balmain look like I bought these from a yard sale
My driver's seat back like I'm sittin' in a lounge
My bitch stomach flat like it keep losin' pounds
I got two apartments, that's two different nouns
I'm in David Yurman, cost 800 pounds
I swim in my bitches, but I never drown
I'm rockin' Yves St. Laurent coat like first down
 
[Chorus: MATT OX]
Walk out (Walk), Gucci (Walk), walk in (Walk), Louis (Walk)
Walk out Gucci, it's racks on my feet (Feet)
Walk in Louis it's racks on my jeans (Jeans)
I'ma ball with the ball, I just ball with the green (Green)
Can't stop buyin' the mall, man, I feel like a fiend (Fiend)
 

Footloose

I've been working so hard
I'm punching my card
Eight hours for what
Oh tell me what I got

I've got this feeling
That times are just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town (oohh)

Now I gotta cut loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose

You're playing so cool
Obeying every rule
Deep way down in your heart
You're burning yearning for some
Somebody to tell you
That life ain't passing you by
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try

You can fly if you'd only cut loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Oo-wee, Marie, shake it, shake it for me
Whoa, Milo, come on, come on let's go
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose

ooooh-oh-oh
(Cut foot-loose)
ooooh-oh-oh
(Cut foot-loose)
ooooh-oh-oh
(Cut foot-loose)
Oooooooooh

You've got to turn me around
And put your feet on the ground
Now take the hold of all
(all-all-all-all...)

I'm turning it to loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off on my knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues,

Everybody cut, everybody cut
Everybody cut, everybody cut
Everybody cut, everybody
Everybody cut, everybody cut footloose
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