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W i l l e m D a f o e

by Toy Drones

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1.
My Home 03:39
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Ho(me)/AirBrb Baby, if I lose you Imma lose my home Baby, if I lose you I will lose my home These walls are gonna rot Now hold my phone If I said I love you, Then it might as well be true If I said I love you, Then it might as well be true But girl, you know this bubble’s gonna pop We always knew Tie me to my Baby, I’ll ride her till Amerigo up in flames And love you in the morning Be near me while I - seen you around Finally in the same room The hummus on your shirt looks cute Tie me to my Baby I wanna see Amerigo up in flames And sing about the ember Be near me while you’re worth it Be from Pasadena, like me I’ll love you till your housing bubble pops I think we should move into a house and get a gun I think we should move into a house and have some fun
2.
Classical Music is Racist 04:12
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I could start a cult Write a pretty grant up Multiply my birthrights Make the kids jump With nothing but a fucksong Nothing but a Marlboro Time or al Qaeda stole your rosebud Szechuan saucing up your childhood home Stay young and help me grow up Hotter than Enron Tower fire Y2K Kids are bumping Kid A over Ground Zero The Thom Yorke We here at Pitchfork fed you Twitch-mogul, indie sandbox Bet you I could top that Limey with the good jeans Little sand castle can’t stand up When I whip my genetic leash Pizarro’s getting into bondage! I hope that pushed your buttons Sure pushed mine I could start a cult I could start a cult Two-headed boy Never be a failure Never be a failure Commies in my cohort Adderall and maeng da Google Bus arrived Same night our cult Chinoised in Berkeley Get sloshed, slash tires Fuck Larry Page’s ‘vestments Fuming and invested Leftist in a Lexus Alexa, play my latest album For the white kids Fancy me a cute mestizo Singing edgy lyrics If I don’t see you dancing This is all for nothing So just sing along, buy some merch Erase your Banksy wallpaper iPhone made in China Kill your high horse, babe And drink my cup Drink my cup Never be a failure Never be a failure Tie me to my Baby I wanna see Amerigo up in flames And love you in the morning Be near me while you’re worth it Be finally in the dean’s room Tie me to my Baby I wanna see America up in flames And sing about the ember Go Batman up a Billboard And piss on the 5 in new jeans Wagner fought for white skin Scribbled a couple nice chords I read it in a textbook I wish I had a big dick
3.
Fanta of Youth 02:42
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PJ 9/11 They hijacked Nickelodeon But the news afforded me Fruit Loops And a hooky day with the Alex Who kissed me under blankets While mom was rolodexing away the afternoon Spit and Oscar Meyer My dad home any minute The sky could open up in an instant So break up for America Never tell your father But maybe visit me while you’re sleeping Until the night sky ceases to be an omen Oh oh, living in the moment Bin Laden’s gonna kill me Maybe the night sky ceased to be an omen Oh oh, living in the moment The world is out to kill me Pledge allegiance! Teach us the right way to have penises! Buy some woke and follow my Insta! We’ll meet up in a decade In Portland, two degrees out the nest “Berkeley killed me, but man, those were the days.” So draw your father’s annual income on my napkin And then I’ll guzzle down every double vision tumbler you buy me And you’ll pretend to know our mutual friends way better than you do Waste of time? At least I’m wasted with you May the night sky cease to be an omen Oh oh, living in the moment Bon Jovi's gonna kill me May the night sky cease to be an omen Oh oh, living in the moment My father’s gonna kill me “Rejoice! Your history is on file We found some artists for your lifestyle All I wanna do is make it through this year without dying And tap your phone” “Forget that college shit you’re on, child It ain’t like you keep up a lifestyle” All I wanna do is make it through this year without dying And pay my loans It don't fucking matter that Dylan got a Nobel The tome be dead already Don't act smart Alex, won't you mention your Title IX offenses? Don't make this a fruitless reunion Never trust a soul with opinions Hennessy, you memorized Wu-Tang We could be the prettiest white girl in America Show me it was worth it I'll move in Twitter Revolution The springiest Arabia Feeling out our virgins At sixteen Break up two years later While Donald's still a candidate The best fuck of my life In the same scene
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Fafsa of Truth 01:32
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This is that Journey Song your mom was trying to sing when she made you Little buttercup From Christ and Mom to Lucy and vape juice And you’ve been saving up for this weekend But for some reason, fucking at Crater Lake sounds kinda extra right now But you’re that Lucky Charm that mom refused to buy at the grocery Look, I’m all grown up I drank your cup, yeah, I kinda trust you Swedish Fishes and Bibi Andersson on my lap I let your fingers in, impatient with Persona New aesthetic, old intentions All got debt to pay New aesthetic, old intentions I got hell to pay Remember that Uber gig that robbed your third eye blind and bought your groceries Plus a couple cute ones here and there, but you’d never push it But she just took you there You had weed to spare Then she whispered: “You like Neutral Milk? Boy, you can call me Levlen.” By the time that stranger had digested, her dad came home and quoth “Relax, man! Let the students’ lingo dilate every eye, every tax break Funnel tapas while seeing double in foreign 'languages.” Apocalypse is more authentic downtown. Tinder writ holy I pray for the market (sucks, but hey…) I like your taste and your employment Your art house marijuana This is some probably-fake acid “Wait, was I molested as a kid?” I’ll was crying, but you’ll like it You’ll kissed me, I felt better
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Chase This Hi 03:37
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chase this hi w me ur the only solid matter that can breath so breath w me chase this hi w me cut the molly talk + wear me w some sleeves it's barely 3 degrees chase this hi w me i got a yoga mat + i look good in briefs, at least to me chase this hi w me i can never find my charger when i'm out of ur sight text if i'm alright i'll stay in ur circle if u stay in mine chase this hi w me when the kids are gone, we'll have to go to sleep so sleep w/ chase this hi w me buy me Kamels or a strap-on or a diamond ring it's all the same, i think
6.
Primal Jacuzzi 03:24
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bubble x3 egg x3 'cuzzi full of milk + disembodied legs wanna meet god in a warm place i wanna see the light i wanna fly to cabot for a day bubble x3 egg x3 yankee stars shined. i only saw the feds. wanna meet god in a warm place a lover or a distant cousin– "only say your Christian name!" tell me why i'm in my prime u don't remind me of my mom i'm feeling fine i wanna see the light i wanna fly to cabot for a day i could taste blood on ur warm face i met u in a tavern i met u in a tavern every single day chorus u don't remind me of my mom but i'll be good + manic + true do spend ur money on me right i'm such a find
7.
Blu 03:02
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big beauty big earth so famwy it hurts. if i forgot ur tushy in the mirror, will They recall my tushy to the sea? big beauty big earth sick lovers... sick burn! the moon = a white mom sipping on a cola the sun'll burn good if u Let It Be you'll learn to love Big City in the winter don't cry, a baby's gotta whine don't make me blu in violence, in thanks, in labyrinths thick legs you'll be a walking inner city winter i won't forget how much u said u cared so go get Injun Burned at ur employment don't cry, i'm pouring u some wine don't make me blu
8.
Sweden, CA 01:24
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Stay post-persuasion No home, but floods of information Kandi child, Look at your face Speaking Dante for your bosses Doing your dates with typos in the contact info I know you misspelled my name (it’s okay) I bought unethical leather for this I wanna fuck a stranger and call it a day That’s why we’re here For heavenly reference Heart chakra gape in pre-production Leaning in for all you’re worth Keep it in frame, in the moment And maintain maintain maintain eye contact Shit I been looking my phone up all day What would Sean Rad have to say? All the goddamn kids today And I’m one of them Is that alright? I wanna pay you back for you bought me And go all night
9.
Lke 03:59
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Take my Baby back to better days Pump its chest w/ ganja, kill that phase I’m a sucker for your bitter taste Let’s set fire to the empire state Stay! Love like school, like clubs, like debt Like moving back home when you lose those bets Or woo some grants to fund this song Ten dollar turnt phrases, a laptop, and all I’m on () () () () Birth like boy, like yuck, like mine You were my first like in school, first time In cars, like fumes, like girls, like sex I slept with Sallie Mae, crashed her Jag, and lost my breath () () () () Dick like Christ like Spain like Mom I wouldn’t know love without your harm In birth, like school for cash, like flags, Or getting so involved I forget to text you back () () () (crescendo into str8 up cut) Debt like “welp,” like “guess it's fine” Like shitty Chase loans for studio time Till death like ice, like Rome, like Prince another pop culture reference (explosion! celebration!) include hella samples of ppl saying “bailar” Only noticed the new face now, but I know it’s you Can’t remember your zodiac sign, but it sounded true Don’t touch me right there right now, did you read the news? We’re way too grown to crawl back in the womb X2
10.
Like 02:28
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I love you Nothing more to say about it Bowl for Soup New diseases, organic fruits Call me clean Pump your belly, sell my fixie Kid between Kandy Children, AirBnbs Apple’s seeds Took our Jobs and made my Christmas First Night weaned I told you I’d amount to something But mama these white kids breath Cigarettes with Fair Trade filters I love you I just wanna sing about it
11.
2001 Honda Sumerian 03:51
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(I don’t want 2 die) At the wheel and seventeen Joy Division, Pitchfork-chic Hey watch! I’ll drive into the sea To spite entire families They’ll cry, compile and worship me And only then will Dad find Jesus All the while I’m Pulp, I’m free I’m freer than my body But you’re good and you’re good and you’re good Baby, never forget Daddy fired, 2008 “Sorry, but this week’s a pinch I’m only a witness I’m only a witness” He explained more than he could do I don’t want your fantasies, I want you in my life I was born to sample all the tapas in Detroit Daddy dropped 2008 “Sorry, but the gas can’t go to waste” But then I started dating. “Baby, stop. You’re spoiling me You pump my petrol, pay my fees And I just give you rides to things And follow you to college Still terrified the governor sees Your bowels-of-Berkeley fake I.D. But child or not, you’re grown to me Your dorm is on my key ring” Salad Fingers, your embrace The market crash, a yoga phase I’m only a witness A yogi, a witness Please explain what I am to you I don’t want your fantasies I want you in my life Put you in a song, put you in a song, put you in a song Good lord! I was born to gentrify the city of Detroit Nation built to die, nation built to die, nation built die Whippet-dazed at Crater Lake A tirade at the ranger’s station “Leaving no trace We can slow the erosion.” They explained more than They could do
12.
Birth21 04:16
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this is all your birth afforded Modern Vamps, upper learning sure, the markup was insane but look, the Ivy League sold molly let the crews accrue in memory Spirit Blues to match your scene i could have sworn I said I love you as u threw up in my sink I always offered you a ride home Even when I flipped the bill i was flexing, but u liked it jokes’ll bare your scraper slyly the bros were easy targets but admit, I knew my audience oh, but you were more than laughing so of course I had to try climbed the stories up your childhood garden roof light scraped Orion tip of every dick in Portland breaking homes to win the skyline so I joked about your trust fund and you let me spend the night rubbed your mensual on my forehead took a picture for the government i pray my children find it the Cloud and canonize it like it’s all my birth afforded I always offered you a ride home Even when I flipped the bill do you count time? Do you listen to Chvrches? do you un-quit smoking in your dreams? do you want to see me naked? choked up and tethered on your lease? do you always clear your history? are you shooting for a PhD? teeth yellow just from the coffee? or do the cigs I bump return to me? am I the weekly model Charlie Sheen and cocaine fetishized in the white noise of your family parlorb big box of GoGurt, pre-nup fights they fed u, you should love them but they mispronounced your boyfriends! but they’re thinking w/ their caskets! they still bought you all that acid... is it all that cute to frame our first time as a quarterly advance? shout out to Bernie Sanders where’d u put my vape? fuck! are you all our birth afforded? What a night
13.
DJ White Guilt 03:56
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Intro w/ initial vox loop + acoustic gui playing around in stereo w/ Eli going HARD AS FUCK on the drums, as in the climax of a traditional jam-pop song. I wanted you to take me as your own if I christen the bed, will you pay the phone bill? heat the bottle and feed me all the behaviors I need to survive i wanted you to help me shop for home degree in the Chrysler, my checklist in order in my pocket, a poem I wrote for credit, but also for you I wanted you to know I wanted you to know me I wanted you to know me like I do Dead dad in the bank And a train in the station Your friend coulda sent me to temples and places Christina could save me And if that’s true, she’d probably killed me I think I’ll stick to you chorus I wanted you to take me to your childhood home Where you could show me your favorite places The bishop’s steeple, arms of your mother, the hospital where you first cried But we TriMet to Burnside for culture and drinks Looping Blond on the Blutooth speaker Wow the commuters with ten-dollar turns of phrase Smart kids chain smoke, touch butts like adults I wanted you to know Wanted you to know me I wanted you to know me like I do
14.
Outgoing Massage 00:39
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