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I Think I'm Mad
03:33
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Please let me take the shot.
Cause you're breaking away,
I'm losing my head for you.
I've got chips from head to toe.
So won't you give me a blow,
I think that I'm mad for you.
So I thought that I'd tell you to please be kind.
Honey wish I could love you without losing my mind.
Let me hit you again, just one more time,
and take me to evergreen leave this dirt town behind.
I'll roll on while spiraling through,
though honey I'm turning blue.
Your sexual desires haunt you,
and I'll wait til' the summers end.
Though the tides coming in and the children are starting to sin.
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2. |
Mental Breakdown
05:38
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I'm not tough, but I've got shit to say
facing mad mental trauma like everyday.
So sit your ass down come jam with me,
before I burn this motherfucker to the fifth degree.
Riding on a lime and wasting time,
fuck a lexicon devil, god damn I'm dry.
This place is raw and I'd hate to see,
your pistol tip facing towards a shot on me.
Hey baby I've got something to say.
When you love a man, you don't leave him burning in the flames.
Hey baby I've got something to plead.
Girl simmer down, cause I don't know what you're trying to be.
Hey hey hey girl what gives with this place?
If you've got something to show than baby just give it to me straight.
Hey hey hey girl what have we got to lose?
I just wanna know why things got to happen the way they do.
Please won't you tell me girl what's your name?
She said my names Annie and I sell cheap cocaine.
It's kind of an art though it's feared by most,
it's what brought my ass dragging from the east to the west coast,
and I'm blind or at least I think, it don't make a damn difference cause my minds gone blank.
So oh god let's break the law, because me and Jim Cricket don't need no cause.
All of the sudden I see lights appear.
I turn my head around and see a Chevy coming near.
A shot breaks through the window of my backseat,
I see it in her eyes I should've left her on the damn street.
What's going on Annie who's this guy?
I don't mean to be frank, I'm just wondering why.
Going sixty on a thirty not afraid to go faster,
I'll only slow down if I can get a straight answer.
"I swear to god man", she said "I'm not a tweaker.
Looky right here I've got an Epiphone speaker.
Got some trouble in the city so I'm running away,
to my old hometown where the world is grey.
This man in whites trying to take my life,
and I'm getting pretty scared can I get your insight?"
"I guess I'll help you out if you tell me more,
bout how I can make my head start to spin like yours."
Now shattered glass fills up my Sudan,
and my white shoes stained by the blood of a hit man.
She's got a bullet right through her chest,
and she's shaking all hasty like a train on a track.
Now who's this prick with his hand in the pocket of my jean jacket,
man if he don't stop I'm gonna smack it.
I give up, I've got a blade in my side,
I've got no sense of direction plus a fucked up ride.
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Free Steppin
04:52
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She's a high tide, multiplied suicide rider in the heart of the city of dreams.
She turns her head around to the sound of a billion people singing songs of yesterdays craze,
And I'm running dry, Oh doctor won't you cure my girl,
she's got the heart of a middle aged man.
She ain't wise, she's lifeless, lazing around,
I've got to help her any way I can.
I need you,
to get me through,
this heavy loop,
but girl you've got to take two.
You feel. you feel it right?
Baby I'm broke and I just don't know.
If this is real, or am I just high?
What ever it is, my heads spinning in circles on your bedroom floor.
Weak hash backlash,
listen to the beat smash,
bombing through the Zion streets.
Colombian man took me by the hand, showed me his band,
and my veins filled up with ecstasy.
Cinnamon rye, defies logic of the common man and demons taking in his every last breath.
Fuck with this jive, I've got this fucking beat stuck in my head, it won't stop because it's got no end.
I need you,
to get me through,
this heavy loop,
but girl you've got to take two.
You feel. you feel it right?
Baby I'm broke and I just don't know.
If this is real, or am I just high?
What ever it is, my heads spinning in circles on your bedroom floor.
I'm just a backseat lover trying to let the rest suffer,
if the cold winds making you grin you can't stutter.
They told me life was a sin, you can't win,
so I'm heading to the Cascade mountains will they hear when I shout it?
I've got the face of a preacher
wondering if I could teach her how the thought of my existence is attack on pure innocence.
Free steppin, she's lighting up the fire, got that look in her eye,
there's no question. Her brains fried.
PCPTDT MVP. What the fuck does it mean?
My minds racing.
Smoke enlodged in my lip, nothing can hurt me no more,
so I'm searching for my next score.
Can you taste the G13 aroma I'ma slash em like a tire so feisty that I'm gonna fight back against the serotonin gone from your head,
I'ma burst your face open til you're blushing bright red.
No question your confession of a quintessential fate can't happen till the doxocyline screws your head straight.
Hey baby yes, no, maybe, I'm ballin why you tryna dictate me like Josef Stalin?
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4. |
Hey Sexy
03:54
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Hey Sexy you know that I'm a simple minded man.
I'm down to make me a dollar any fucking way I can.
Prescribe me a solution that'll get the job done.
I'm hypnotized in a blue phase, I'm a redefined bum,got no love love, cause I'm two faced.
Please just relieve my soul,
I've got a lot going on, and I'm running out of oil.
And you can too, if you put your head to it,
but girl you've gotta get a gun, and I can teach you how to use it.
Please just relieve my soul,
I'm at the lowest of lows, and I can't take it no more.
And I can't move, because I'm running out of juice.
This serotonin valley, ahs got me blowing out a fuse.
Picture, Picture, I'm gone.
Seven minutes in heaven is all i really need.
Scratch that make it eleven, because I'm two bottles deep.
Stigmatizing friction from keloptic gain,
I'm a lucid sad sucker with a cover up name.
I've got mad mad addiction running through my veins.
Her lips taste like a blessing though I really can't say.
I think I'm in love.
But it'll never be enough.
Look at my sleeve.
I'm living in another mans dream.
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5. |
Fucked Beyond Belief
03:57
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Face in the middle of a lazion,
she's a carnivore killer wearing camouflage.
I'll pull a muscle if I can find my way.
Flex your calves in the blazing sun,
I'm just another buyer thinking that I'm the one,
quite destructive,
and I can't retreat.
I'ma reveal it.
You think you're bad, but you're broad as hell.
Believe me.
Bleach infused drops in my Alcatraz cell.
Makin' my way through the rocky terrains,
while this dualistic battlegrounds in my brain,
so persistent, ever so twisted broad and dry.
Ghost face mucks committing paradox crimes,
I tried to fight it, but I can't stand,
Living like an apparation fucked and blind,
these succulents taking me to nobodies land.
I hate to say it, but I'm in heat.
This gentrified city, these gentrified streets,
Have got me fucked beyond belief.
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Foxy Apollo Seattle, Washington
Foxy Apollo is a Seattle based jazz funk music collective formed in 2016. Fronted by guitarist/lead singer Sam Ashkenazy, the group's current line up includes bass player Zachary Schmidt, drummer Dallas Quick (INVICTVS), keyboard/trumpet player Jackson Cruz, and saxophonist Andrew Hewitt. ... more
Foxy Apollo recommends:
This band only writes hits! We played with them when they came to Seattle, we cant wait to see them again!
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Our bass player, Zachary Schmidt's most recent solo release!
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And drummer, Dallas Quick's group with his twin brother, INVICTVS
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