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Thoughts Eternal
02:11
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2. |
The Way You Look at Me
02:14
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I see the way you look at me
From Californ to Tennesee
Rollin' eyes n' shit
Like I ain't shit
Who you think you is?
The president of showbiz?
Well check this out
This is what the Friendships about
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3. |
On The Weekend
02:45
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I'm the guy with the inline skates
Skintight outfit, wrap-around shades
I won't lie, man, I have no shame
It sure beats playin' with my balls all day
Wait a minute
You're telling me
Four wheels on a boot
is better than my healies?
Oh please, I got my JNCO jeans
with my chain wallet attached
cruising like I'm hovering
JNCO Jeans are a nasty dream
Your pants are too big for the beach
If you're rockin' healies then get out of my way
or get some inline skates and we can get shitfaced
You know what?
I like your passion son
Plus the JNCO theme is "judge none, choose one"
So I choose you
to be my best friend, dude
even though we feud over who's wheeled shoes is crude
and not to be rude
but you know the one-wheeled heel is a big deal when you wanna feel real chill with a tiny little itty bitty ounce of thrill
I'm hoppin from job to job
tryna make ends meet
I'm not the one you should hire
cuz I am lazy
I just wanna lay about and create little worlds
fuck around with my friends on the weekend
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4. |
Don't Flip Out
02:42
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They say that love hits you at first sight
But I don't hit back cuz I don't like to fight
Call me a pacifist, not the violent type
I don't have a fist, I'll probably die tonight
I don't feed trolls, I never engage
That's advice that's supposed to be sage
But how does one create in this dead Twitter age
Can't finish shit inside a cage
Chorus:
Don't be lonely, don't be sad
Snap out of it, cheer up, be glad
Only positivity, never get mad
And don't flip out when I don't text back
I'm busy!
Grindin' my hustle in the city
Lookin' for likes from anyone in my vicinity
Tryna build my brand, establish that identity
This is how you do it in the twenty-nine-tizzy
Friendship is important but ya gotta do the work
Livin' the struggle means ya gotta be a jerk (sometimes)
It's a wave ya gotta surf
If you don't roast battle, how you s'posed to know your worth?
(Chorus)
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5. |
Saved By The Pills
02:44
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I'm a cool dude, doin' cool things
Got no bling-bling other than this pinky ring
Can't sing but I play with it anyway
Y'all lookin' at me salty like some ocean spray
I ain't got a dollar to my name, no fame
No game, I guess I'm pretty lame
The opposite of Bruce Wayne, well, I guess I got pain
I guess I used to have a little cutey at my place
We even shared dressin' space
and slept face to face, but her pace
was quicker than mine
In hindsight, I think I might be blind
Too broke for the rich kids
Too broke for the poor kids too
So what the hell Thad Newman MC gotta do
To stop pickin' up all this dog poo
He's gotta get it right
He's gotta get it tight
Nah, he's gotta get a pipe, to smoke all night
And get too high and ignore strife
I wake up in the morning and I just wanna sleep
But I still get up, I still get up
Every day it gets harder but I don't lose a step
Cuz I take my pills, I take my pills
I take my pills and everything goes white
and I cannot breathe and I've lost my sight
Suddenly, I complete my list
Thanks to the pills, I feel like I'm the shit
I'm the shit, I'm the shit
I'm the shit, I'm the shit
I'm the shit, I'm the shit
I'm the shit, I'm the shit
My inner engine's hummin' and there's no stopping it
My outer engine's somethin' that don't even exist
I'm out in space lookin' for outer-space laced
Cannabis with the power to melt my baby's face
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6. |
Dreamworld
04:21
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Chorus:
This is how I want to live
This is how I want to live
In my ideal dreamworld
My dream world aint some Pixar flick
In collabs with them Dreamworks pimps it’s just me and a pixie stick Rollin’ off a weed fix
Knee-deep mixin’ convo with a smart heady chick
Who’s spittin’ irreverent references
While we sippin’ on benevolent refreshments
Then I walk away / singin’ to myself
Said I walk away / singin’ to myself
Whistle Dixie, I got a pixie stick in my
Back pocket; touch it and I’ll sock you right in
Your left eye socket and I’ll lean in
Said I’ll lean in, and whisper with
A whimper: you can have my candy pimp cuz that
Punch just broke my wimp wrist and with a
Quick twitch, I’ll twist and toss you the
Pixie stick, see in this dream world I’m a beta bitch
And I’m okay with it, now we go cloggin’
Up my brain stems, I’m the Rat King of Friendship!
A real Pat Dean type misfit, sippin’
Shit til I lean fat off a spliff hit, yuh
Cuz in this dream world I’m a beta bitch
Said in this dream world I’m a beta bitch
In my dream world I’m a beta bitch
and I’m okay with it
yea I’m okay with it
(chorus)
Friendship swimming, coast highway pacific
Driftin' out oh shit I see shark get in position
Turns out it’s Jaws, he couldn't bite my bones
That's the thing about Jaws, he's like ninety years old
Wait, didn’t he die? but yo I brought em back
This is my dream world, my little shark attack
Me and Newman straight shroomin at the beach, that is
Jaws showed up with the peach bellini
I said “okay” Thad said “yes please”
Suddenly we’re faded off a peachy breeze
Jaws gnawin’ on my arm cuz he knows he’s harmless
Thad climbed down his gut and found some lucky charms
It’s okay to be cool with fools who drool
Sometimes they can’t help it, sometimes they skip school
I’d be lyin’ if I said I follow all the rules
I once smoked opium on the clock, and that ruled
Lucid Lucy my angel dream goose
Appeared to me in my sleep looking juiced
I said are you okay and she showed me her bruise
I said come here baby, we got nothing to lose
Me and Lucy eloped but it did not last
She’s a lucid dream goose and I’m a real ass
Even in my dreams it just didn’t work out
Cuz she had some sharp teeth in her little bird mouth, yall
(Chorus)
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Chorus:
The winds are blowin' west
Leather jacket, sweatpants
Can't forget the vest
Leather jacket, sweatpants
I feel like a goat
With a nose for a scrotum
And I think that I smoked
A whole trashcan of roaches
Love to work, nine to five
I love my job, I love my wife
I love my boss, even though
I know he don't care for this Joe Shmoe
You can always find me workin' OT
Unpaid like an OG, oh no
Here he goes with the workplace flow
No benefits, don't give a shit though
Just thrilled to kick the weed kids out the front door
Just thrilled to kick the weed kids out the front door
Why?
Cuz I ain't down with gettin' high
Why?
Cuz I saw what it did to a friend
And in the end, he ended up
Wearing a leather jacket with sweatpants
Oh, that actually makes a lot of sense then
(Chorus)
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Comin' at ya with the fat sack
Cruisin' in the Buick with my boy in the back
Strapped with the boom-bap, no gats
Just facts
And fact is, these two kids is kinda crazy
These two kids is kinda hazy from the
Weed smoke plus we've been drinkin' on the back of a boat
Pimp, on the side it says S.S. Friendship
We offer free pizza to all those who come see us
Just RSVP and y'all might even meet Jesus
We rubbin' knees with the plebes cuz it pleases us
We guarantee we're apparently genius
Floatin' downstream with my whole down team
Cownie and me, downin' Hi-C and Dramamine
All the dolphins flippin' out on that high seas tree
And the jellyfish are jelly cuz they can't find me
Y'all tryna holler, get some octopussy, huh? I'm just kiddin'
We just havin' fun swimmin', grab a floaty, get up in it
An underwater picnic...
Excuse my penmanship
I'm rappin' on my friend's shit
This song's about our friendship
You nailed it like a french tip
We tighter than a slim fit
All my friends been lit
Your whole squad's blowin' up
Hindenburg blimp shit
Holler at your friend's chick
Dunk here like a French dip
Shoot your shot, change the world
Gavrilo Princip
Thad, Seth, Ver$ace, V. Presley
That's some pimp shit
Drop a deuce in summer camp
That's some in-tents shit
Duckin' all these chickens
On our season three Friends shit
Snatch your wig in half
Yea, that's how you get your wig split
It's the Friendship Ship
Don't take it for granted
Stay rockin' til the end
Like the band on the Titanic
If you're the kind of friend
That would leave your friend abandoned
Don't call it a friendship
Yo, you need to rebrand it
We went to drop anchor
Seen a thot and I banged her
She wanted to be friends
Said goodbye and we thanked her
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9. |
Where's Thad?
01:33
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Where's Thad
Where did you see him last
Dude said he'd come through
But I don't see his ass
We s'posed to spit truth
But it's already half-passed
Maybe he went to class
Maybe he passed
It aint like Thad Newman MC to ghost
Bro knows he got that responsibility
So I fret my friends that he may be toast
Maybe met his fate via guillotine
RIP to the Rat King of Friendship
Like all things, his reign has ended
Please refrain from all praise of Thad Newman MC,
I'm the new king, Cockalicious you see
When you don't show up
You get to' up
Lesson learned, 2018
Year of the me, what?
That's fucked up
That's fucked up
That's fucked up
That's fucked up
See y'all next week
It's all good
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10. |
Fluffy Cat
01:44
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Chorus:
Fluffy Cat, Fluffy Cat, Fluffy Cat
Plus a billionaire dog
Ridin' on a skateboard
Cruisin' down my boulevard
Bark! Bark! bark!
Wait, that's a fluffy cat?
Shit, thought it was a short-haired fat cat
Thad Newman don't do the click-clack rap
But he ain't afraid to talk dogs with fat stacks
With a billionaire dog, Fluffy Cat, Fluffy Cat
(Chorus)
Friday night with Fluffy Cat
Friday night with Fluffy Cat
Fluffy Cat
Fluffy Cat
With a billionaire dog
Where'd he get all his money?
Fluffy Cat
Fluffy, Fluffy Cat
With a billionaire dog,
Where'd he get all that money?
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11. |
Go Now (Satan's Bastard)
03:16
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Chorus:
I'm glad that you're home
But I'm gonna need you to go now
Just go now
Operator error
Operator error
People stop and stare
Every time I climb the stairs
I wish they'd mind their business
I wish they didn't care
But I'm everybody's landlord
And a famous wealthy heir
The kitchen sink don't leak
Y'all just want my autograph
It's a tricky situation
That I can't get out of
See I'm the son of Satan
And I don't think he knows
(Chorus)
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