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Triple X Years in the Game
01. God’s Bathroom Floor
02. Scapegoat
03. Sound Is Vibration
04. Body Pillow
05. The Abusing of the Rib
06. Like Today
07. The Woman With the Tattooed Hands
08. GodLovesUgly
09. Modern Man’s Hustle
10. Trying to Find a Balance
11. Always Coming Back Home to You (single version)
12. Say Shh
13. Smart Went Crazy
14. Little Man
15. Sunshine
16. Yesterday
17. Puppets
18. Happymess
19. The Best Day
20. She’s Enough
21. Became
22. Camera Thief
23. My Best Half
24. Perfect
25. Virgo
26. Bde Maka Ska
27. Blotter Acid Reflux Syndrome
28. Woes
29. Okay
30. Traveling Forever
31. XXX
I pledge allegiance to myself
Food, shelter, and health
Let me find a beach full of seashells to sell
Put your oxygen mask on first before you offer me help
I've got receipts made of scar tissue
Got the vision of somebody going fishing in the dark
When I start up the motor, it still turns over
But nowadays, a little bit slower
Never been afraid of getting older
I'm much more nervous about these public servants
Kill the lights and shut the curtains
You ain't a real lion if you love the circus
Looking at myself like "what's the purpose?"
That's when I started to hallucinate
Trying to touch the surface and recuperate
You should've seen the look on my face when I was losing my faith
Y'all got me feeling hesitation, embarrassment
I might be the last generation of grandparents
I know that I've been fortunate for all the opportunities
Disproportionately disappointed in the human beings
I get it, we're specks of dust
At the bus stop busking for extra crust
Like fuck it, you can sacrifice me to the weather
If you promise that you'll let my songs live forever

You're looking for a bag of tricks
But my love is like a stack of bricks
Cobblestones and untreated lumber
I'm a father of fists, strength, and numbers
And when they come for my box of dreams
I'm a finally depart from this toxic scene
No posturing, just lots of self-esteem
Got you feeling like the popular queen
This ain't magic, this is fabric
And it's the type that never requires patches
And it's the fire that illustrates with ashes
It's our life, it's nothing we can't manage
Lower the arrow and take a breath
I won't waste ammo aiming at the angel of death
I might have already left, but they hear me still
With my pale knuckle grip on this steering wheel