1.Mody on the Turnpike
Wow, what a ton of fun i'm sitting on the 101 in traffic and
scratching on my ass again I guess it's out of habit cause cause
it doesn't itch i fidget and I'm switching my position so my
weight is on my left butt cheek
Pissed cause i know my shitty phone is gonna ring again i want
to fucking chuck it off an overpass I never want to think about
a million little problems and I'm gonna hit ignore because I
don't agree that we must speak
cause I gotta get away I know gotta take a break i'm booking a
vacation
doesn't matter watcha call it, i'm a total workaholic and I
haven't even made the time to have a any relationship in five
damn years
moving at the speed of light because I was afraid of living in
the dark I always gotta finish what I start although I'm sorry
that I didn't do the dishes, I was busy but I'll get em in the
morning if the time appears
2.Man of Constant Sorrow
Chorus 1
In constant sorrow
I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my day.
I bid farewell to San Francisco
The place where I was born and raised.
(The place where he was borned and raised)
Verse 1
I'm almost never in the city I was born and bred in anymore but
everywhere I tour
I'm repping black and orange
I'm trekking back and forth forgetting what I'm packing for
I have to travel more and add a couple saddle sores
Got these battle scars from riding in the cattle car
you're noshing on some caviar,
I'm gnawing on your apple cores
Mental checklist
You're Mr. International
but last I checked I'm Mr. Continental Breakfast
condiments and checks mix
Condoms but I'm sexless
But I'm optimistic
I'll dismiss my bigger issues
If I fit into some mistress like the long block in tetris
I was roaming in wyoming when the popo were arresting me
i told em questing for my destiny-- Noo
I always end up in detention cause i'm itching
And I'm searching for adventure and each city I go
Chorus 2
It's fare thee well my old lover
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I'll die (die) upon this train
(Perhaps he'll die upon this train)
Verse 2
papa is a head doctor. i think he's Socrates
But he can't get my twin brother to want to talk to me
But I rarely try and so it's partly my hipocracy
Got a couple secrets under lock and key as property
manage em like manic depression sparking the brocoli
I'd rather take my lumps display dirty laundry
than pop a pill and stagger through this day like I'm zombie
like I'm some unhappy and unnatural Blondie Abercrombie model
with the fakest fucking smile plastered on me
I Might be a sarcastic bastard, but I'm never plastic
And my massacist tendency's
imagining disaster and then mastering its recipe
so I hit the road out of neccessity to stop guarding
And I'll hop out and run if ever my car is not starting
For now I'm not charging
all my meals are business meals
Cause my business is not starving
Chorus 3
You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave
(While he is sleeping in his grave)
Verse 3
4AM again, the radio alarm is kicking in
I've been to every shady old La Quinta Inn in Michigan
Hitting the iginition till I'm stripping off my Michilen's
if you catch me bitching then remind me
it's magnificent my life is
How the struggle's priceless
Cause I got those lovely troubles that you couldn't put a damper
on
each unhappy camper on this planet is a champion
If you think you're hopeless and you'll never be like kobe and
you
Got an empty mantle case you never in won a trophy man
well you still won that marathon of swimming that fallopian
And I've learned lot I could lose
Cause there's a lot of dead sperm in the socks that I've used
Who would love to be the feet in the socks in my shoes
So better get to walking till those spoiled feet are bruised
and then sow your royal oats till you're growing something new
Chorus 4
Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face you'll never see no more
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore
(That golden California shore)
3.Kick Monday
Comin' hard for Friday,
Like a pedophile,
At his computer desk,
Watching Rebecca smile,
I go the extra mile,
The marathons 27th mile,
Then I hit the ice-cold beverage isle,
I got a cast-iron liver,
And I would rather drown my sorrows than cry a river,
I use my brain like you use a plane flight ticket,
Now I'm in a place where are the fences are white picket,
The only way it might get disturbing,
Is if you're bothered by the sound of light cricket chirping,
I just let it soak in like Robitussin,
About the fast passed rat-race there's no discussion,
I'm just tryn' to get into the proper mood,
Remix of everyday life, chop and screwed,
What can I do to get the weekdays behind me,
Watsky remind me, thank you kindly.
Kick Monday in the nut sack,
Wedgie Wednesday's butt-crack,
I'm coming hard for Friday,
And if you're not get the fuck back,
Kick Monday in the nut sack,
Wedgie Wednesday's butt-crack,
I'm coming hard for Fridaaaaaaaay,
And if you're not get the fuck back.
Compared to mine, all testacies hecka small (tiny),
Mine crack walls like a wrecking-ball (shiny),
When my chequered draws fall,
Ya'll see ornaments fit for a porno flick,
Time to deck the halls,
I'm glad it's all finished,
The week was all bin-es,
But now I'm chillin' sprawled out with a tall Guinness,
I'm gonna' set the world record for the funnest time ever had on
the planet,
So everybody call Guinness (call 'em),
I swear alot, this ain't fisher price,
But if I'm a bad influence then here's some great advice,
Kids, don't be a dick-weed,
Appreciate the shiiit out of the present moment and be fuckin'
nice!
I whistle weird for the tune of it,
They all did it, ruin it,
We spent two months on this here blue grass funk rock hip-hop
album,
Cause we really felt like doing it,
So everybody
Kick Monday in the nut sack (kick it),
Wedgie Wednesday's butt-crack,
I'm coming hard for Friday,
And if you're not get the fuck back,
Kick Monday in the nut sack (real hard),
Wedgie Wednesday's butt-crack,
I'm coming hard for Fridaaaaaaaay,
And if you're not get the fuck back.
That's Ryan on the gi-tar ladies and gentleman
I'm an Amer-i-cin,
I put my work in,
And when my works done,
It's time for perkin' (let's get fucked up),
Hey, let's invite the vultures down to have a drink,
They must be getting tired doing all that circling,
Cause it's the worlds end,
We're over heat-a-lated!
And from what I hear,
We're also over people-ated,
So there's no room,
Or we'll just explode soon (boom),
So let's get inebriated,
And forget what we created,
So I bin thinkin',
We should have a big party for all humans,
And even woman (ladies),
For the dumb southerners,
The lazy Mexicans,
The A-rabs, and the Coloureds,
And their peckers and,
The cheap Jews, which is me too,
I'll even treat you,
But just this once,
Cause nothing's free dude,
And when the fiery end comes we'll burn up quicker,
Cause we're full of liquor!
So everybody
Kick Monday in the nut sack (don't be afraid, just wind up and
do it),
Kick Monday in the nut sack (get a running start, cmon now
son!),
Kick Monday in the nut sack (family jewels and family jews
cmon),
Kick Monday in the nut sack (don't be afraid ？ ),
Kick Monday in the nut sack (Tuesday too, why the hell not),
Kick Monday in the nut sack (And Wednesday gets a wedgie
everybody),
Kick Monday in the nut sack (cmon, cmon, cmon with steal-toe
boots),
Kick Monday in the nut sack (with your Air Jordans),
Kick Monday in the nut sack (not wearing Crocks though, you can
get the fuck out of here),
Kick Monday in the nut sack (you're a bad mother-shiiit),
Kick Monday in the nut sack
4.Mrs. Robinson
Verse 1
I just graduated high school
When she graduated Brown
I kicked some game the best I ever laid it down
We played around,
We got official
And when it comes to firsts, like hair, I got a fistful
I said I love you, and I'm pretty sure I meant it truly
She's still the only one I've ever said it too, she
Gave me a fever that I've still got
I find MILFs hot, and I'll scream it from the hilltop
it's not Tomato, tomahto
when it come to Demis, gimme Moore before Lovato
And if you're Demi Moore
And if I'm 24
Well earth's a trillion years old
what's twenty more？
But when we talk I upset your ulcer
increase your pulse or tend to insult your
knowledge I apologize it's the wrong subject
let's not fuck this up by discussing pop culture
Remember Welcome Back Cotter？
Bridge Over Troubled Water
Well I don't
But baby that's why God invented iPhones
Chorus 1
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know.
God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
Hey, hey, hey
Verse 2
you're an old wine, you're a fine cheese
at this rate you'll be Angelina by your nineties
A double dimepiece, freaking siamese
I'm fully legal, people, you can check my IDs
Be damned if I freeze
I'm a la flambe
Jay is Venti pimping but pimping Tall or Grande
He's popping cristal
I'm sipping on some andre
it's been a long day
I want to romance you
soon I plan to
dim all the lights and put on something we can dance to
that doesn't draw attention to my age, like pan flute
So get comfy if you're chafing in that pants suit
It either makes me kinda weird
or some kinda pioneer
but let me dry your tears
if you're peering in the mirror and only see the years you fear
appearing in your face instead of Helen Mirren, well it's clear
you look hella nice
A younger fella's
And as sugar for the cougars
I was on Ellen... twice
Chorus 2
Koo-koo-ka-choo, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know.
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson.
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
Hey, hey, hey
Breakdown
STOP!
When I say 'don't get,' you say 'surgery'
Don't get
Surgery
Don't get
Surgery
When I say 'age,' you say 'gracefully'
Age!
Gracefully
Age!
Gracelly
I beg you
Chorus 3
Where have you gone, Poor D'Angelo
Our nation turns it's lonely eyes to you.
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson.
I don't believe he's left and gone away
Hey hey hey.
5.Ghost Party
Verse 1 (Mieka)
Minding my own business
Knock at the door, who is it？
Be right there, one minute
Gotta get up and go get it
Got white hair, eyes all crazy
Now most madmen don't faze me
But these guys, I'll admit it, got me scared we're finished
Chorus
The scientists proved we're all gonna die
They got charts and equations, the how and the why
You did not invite em and neither did I
But they're here, drink up, we're all gonna die
Poetry section 1
Ghosts must always feel like they're visiting their old high
school
They don't recognize any of these new kids
The halls, they twist the same, but there are all these odd new
posters on the walls
When I'm trying to get to get bed
I start thinking about endings
And instead of simply counting trying to sleep
I'm counting down
I'm sacrificing sheep
At parties
I wander from room to room not sure what I'm looking for
I think I'm supposed to find another person here
when I smoke too much weed
And I get paranoid that every pair of eyes is glued to me
And maybe they are
And I'm not crazy
And the spirit of every bastard who ever had a drink in this
place is back for old times' sake
Maybe there's a million of them
having their own party beside us
and they're staring
thinking, 'Look at all those lonely, solid people
Pretending to check their cell phones
Grandma lived 99 years and never learned to drive
At the end of her life
She didn't know one person left in her own age
God's a bully and he makes it rain dodgeballs
You can stand off in the corner and you might last a little
longer
But you'll never win that way
Verse 2 (Mieka)
I go do my laundry
Those dogs are right behind me
Get lost in some party
Those creeps will always find me
Who are they？ What is this？
I mind my own damn business
Always there to remind me all about their findings
Chorus
Poetry 2
You're telling me a little vodka could kill me？
How do you even know it's there？
it's so still you can see right through it
well you can see through me too,
said the ghost
and I'm here
You know because you can feel me
And that makes sense
Because I'm too fucked up to be skeptical right now
You get drunk and start believing in things
Like that shapes and even better shapes
Like that a night with some stranger's gonna make you happy
the only people brave enough for suicide are the cowards
We're all looking out of the corner of our eyes
For where to go next
Like 'this party sucks, there must be someplace better'
the ghosts, they know we're thinking like chumps. they know it's
not important who we go home with tonight.
Partly cause they can't generate friction, so they can't have
sex
But mostly because party is right here
And it's the best party ever
I mean look bro, ben franklin is making out with marie curie
Fucking classic, Reagan's doing his falling out the window bit
again,
Casper can't even hold his liquor
It goes right through him
You never seen smoke rings until you've seen a Ghengis Khan hit
the hookah
Chris Farley'll even let you use him as a vaporizer bag if you
ask real nice
Our eyes are little projectors
Life's a drive-in movie theater and my grandma needs a ride
Bridge
I don't want to go
The way they say
If I gotta go let it be my way (X4)
Chorus
6.Mody at the Divebar
Verse 1
what up
ninja？
put your
feet up
I don't
Want to
Be the
guy to
say the night is over when it just got great
take a
load off
and your
coat off
how do ya
do, do ya
wanna get stupid cause
we're gonna go bigger than the
lone star state
if you're dedicated to your celebrating then you'll have another
and another and another and another and a hundred more
I'm making some friends
and I bet the game is intense but
i wasn't paying attention
i wonder
what's the score
break some bread
shake them dreads
yo mama said I'm awesome and I'm hot because I'm rocking like a
boss the way I'm popping off a bottletop
the amount of beer was breathtaking
In the morning when waking
if i get a headache I'm
getting out of bed, naked
and i'm gonna stagger to the kitchen and i'll have a bit of
bread and water then i'm heading
back to sleep
Verse 2
lift your mug
or sippy cup
unless you're gonna cut a rug
jitterbug
giddyup
get it get it get it get it thug
do your thing
get it get it get it get it thug
do your thing
get it get it get it
get it get it get it get it thug
do your thing
some men drink and overdose
some drink and go comatose
some they drink and drink and drink until the meet the holy
ghost
ditch the ropes
play the field
But don't ever take that wheel
If you had the break the seal
if you meet the devil you can make that deal
never gonna be alone with everyone around me and i know i got a
bounty I'm a lucky mothertrucker
Other people got the riches but i bit a liquid and a bunch of
people here to help me drink and play
settle up the tab
then when you're paid up
order up a cab
cause it's gonna save ya
maybe you'll be getting lucky with some loving but i've got a
feeling I'll rubbing what the good lord gave ya
(maybe I'll be getting lucky with some loving but i've got a
feeling I'll rubbing what the good lord gave)
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