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夜​郎​自​大

by the wheels

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Kai Ingo Selck
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my back is killing me my back is killing me ow they call me luke the drifter i am a man of god i gobble asprin up and then i chase 'em with beer i give the girls a pinch and then i disappear what's my excuse? i'm just a saxophonist in a travelin' band they call me chicken boy because i kill with my hands i go to the can before i play and i get lit it hurts for me to stand and it hurts for me to sit oh lord i wish they'd put me in the ground my back is killing me my back is killing me ow
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seven beers with the wrong woman we sat at a table for two when all of a sudden she whispered oh boy i could sure go for you my heart beat a little bit faster as i held her sweet little hand i swelled up in pride but oh how she lied when i was a a foolish young man seven beers with the wrong woman she asked me to get up and dance around and around we circled til i missed the money from my pants i asked her if she had seen it she smiled up at me and said "no" from this day to me 'tis a great mystery for i wonder just where it did go seven beers with the wrong woman it leaves me only regret i guess she was only a foolin' when she called me her sweet loving pet now i wish the lord had made adam and never made anyone else for there's one thing i know, the next place i go i'll buy fourteen beers for myself
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my rhymes aren't topical, they're more philosophical i mash up the hits that shit is logical i'm gonna cause train wrecks c minor complex colorado michigan i'll never touch my wife again well i come in on a ferris wheel and boys i sure was slick lay a few tricks on em, verbalize like a ton of bricks i'm high up in the atmosphere and i ain't comin' down they lied when they said that up in outer space you can't hear sound got a hot rod ford and a two dollar bill and i know a spot just over the hill there's soda pop and the dancin's free so if you wanna have fun come along with me smokin' lucky strikes like a mad man your beats and your lyrics make me sad man bacon burger dogs yo i had 'em i couldn't pick your girl out from adam your shit is edison my shit is tesla watch your step 'cause i'm the wrestler i never ride a vespa and my daddy looks like uncle fester driving to the store in my toyota corolla i don't owe sho enuf shuf mcgruf one iota well i'm turned on and i'm plugged in i an't never read the bible so it ain't no sin we gonna rock the r-o-c-k and roll i'm straight as f*** but my boyfriend's gay as hell lennie tristano on the piano order me some chiles rellenos hannah montana in a savannah wearing a bandana it's americana tribal dopes be coping with mopes soap on a rope i am a pope dashing hopes i'm eating cantaloupes seal envelopes crash telescopes now brothers are riding me like a pony i'm no phony i'm the only real micaroni i don't play i work hard for my money 5-6-7-8 the week shit ain't funny c'est bon hey ho
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i wanna get too pumped up to drive i wanna get too pumped up to cry i wanna get too pumped up to die
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chris frahm drop more bass than chris brown drop a** and chris brown drop head like billy big mouth bass quinn the eskimo out for a pass tiny montgomery smoking gas i strike like a viper then i change a diaper i don't give a s*** about american sniper comin' at you now like a windshield wiper she never called me back 'cause my dog was hyper it's a lame excuse but what's the use when i run from the cops my sweat is profuse so i duck and i dodge and i hide behind a tree and i pilfer my rhymes from eazy e my lyric is so sick it's like it's got the flu it's like mildew, french perfume your rhymes are late, they got a curfew i share a room with my grandpa but he comes home later than i do don't wake daddy, don't break the ice we can drive it home with one head lice and my mama be tellin' me that i be gettin' a little ripe because i don't wash my hair i brush my teeth with a pipe your lyrics my friend are uncontroversial you rip all your rhymes from a bud lite lime commercial please turn down the decibels your lyrics aren't seminal (i knew a black guy once his mother called him reginauld) have you ever even been to a sukey jump with captain midnight and forest gump? driving to the store in my toyota corolla one day i'll have a label and make deals with the ayatollah gotta leave in an hour time to hop in the shower try to run from the brethren got a date with the reverend george spencer shorter jr. on the microphone and his cousin wayne they don't phone it in from home we got the juju we got the deluge we got the lipstick and we got the rouge
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it ain't no joke said she livig' like you think you in misery to get from point a to b must be some kind of mystery and she said boy you live in a dream me and shuf we hit the bluffs but sure enough they was too steep for us so me and shuf hit up the cornerstore that's where we gaslit the governor and then he said boys you live in a dream the ace of spades caved in on himself candy bread said it was somethin' else now big time he's suckin' on a keg he's telling me he's just a regular greg but i know boy you live in a dream
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well in the olden days when the mongolian gangs rode hard up on route 9 we'd go ridin in the rain baby headed south way down through the pines...
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catch it, ya gotta catch it motherf***ers know it's wild yo, chillin' in the cut on the way to the 'ville i the got the skill you know it's ill it's the real deal and i'm gonna bust it out all the time with my rhymes yo, it's like that slime ghostbusters style motherf***ers know i see that smile 'cause we keep it goin' all night if we can i'm the man dan and i'm 'bout to hit these cans make a beat whatever i can find it's pretty neat i'm not from the street yo, i'm more walkin' in the tall grass or the weeds yo, i smoke that s*** is grown from the seeds in california motherf***ers know i been reborn-ya
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dedicated to hayden karnitz, ben pounds, and kai ingo selck

cover art by steph strupp

not mastered by justin perkins or carl saff

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released February 29, 2016

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