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Psychic Ambush
02:11
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you can silently be a “psychic”
you can quietly be an “empath”
but I don’t wanna hear what you think of me
I didn’t come here for a damn reading!
we can sit in the same chair circle
you can learn a lil bit about me
but if it were true that you could intuit
then you’d probably assume that I’m not into it
your spiritual shit where you think that you know me
though you don’t know a thing except my goddamn name
and you knew I’d object to your performing
that’s why you said “sorry for being a psychic”
but I have a hard time believing it
cuz you still did your thing
there’s nothing you’ll say that I don’t know already
I am the expert on my personality
so unless you have any advice or wisdom
I don’t need to hear that
consider that I haven’t paid you
it’s likely you’re also freaking out my dude
we’re just trying to sit here and smoke some weed
and relax for a minute without hearing
your unsolicited opinion about us
and when you were wrong it’s cuz you fuckin guessed
and yeah you were right about me being in love
but that doesn’t excuse your presumptiveness
when you said “sorry for being a psychic”
well you knew you were being annoying
and under the pretense of caring
you still did your thing
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it’s so late, I wanna cry
I thrive on routine but lately I’ve
been staying up with you
where were you in high school?
I’m making up for lost time
it’s not a concept I comprehend
when I’m lying in my bed with you
your hands move expertly
pat my head and call my name all sweet because
I’m a dog for you!
snuggle up tighter, it’s so cold in this room
I’m a dog for you!
I lie on my back and you rub my belly, so cute
I’m so tired from running round
all day doing things the man wants me to get done
I’d rather just sit down
listening to your memories
from when you were really young
didn’t know your grandma very well
saying sorry for things you don’t regret
standing out by the cows in the sun
you’re not too young to have Mexican chewing gum
I’m a dog for you!
sitting by the door just waiting here for you
I’m a dog for you!
scratch behind my ears and my breathing quickens, so cute
I’m a dog for you!
I get nervous when I think you’re about to leave the room
I’m a dog for you!
right after you leave I spend the whole day thinking of you
I’m a dog for you!
I’m a dog for you!
I’m a dog for you!
I would do whatever just to hear you call me so cute
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Today I heard the news and had a thought
Something about this might make a good song
People doing stupid shit and getting away with it
In America, we can do whatever we want
We can use a 3D printer to make guns
Anyone can do it if they have the funds
The ammo's hard to find and the guns blow up sometimes
But Americans, they just wanna have fun
Just because you can doesn't mean you should
"American" is not a synonym for "good"
Just because you can doesn't mean you should
"American" is not a synonym for "good"
If you're bored at work and wanna do stupid shit
You can go on YouTube and learn how to do it
But maybe don't fly a plane if you haven't been properly trained
Well the news reporters are happy to get paid
Money is the root of all evil
Greed is the trunk of the money tree
The branches are made from hate and oppression
The leaves are all hypocrisy
I'm not proud to be an American
I don't think we should respect all opinions
The rich people insist on runnin' everythin'
As Americans, well, most of us are powerless
I read the news today, oh shit!
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I’m sorry to my dad because I’m fat
I’m sorry mom, I’m asking for money again
I’m sorry to my boyfriend cuz I’m so fucking sad
I’m trying to be better but I can’t
Please just look away, I need some time
If y’all could stop existing, that’d be nice
I’m working on myself so can you please avert your eyes
If we were in Clockstoppers, I‘d stop time
This ain’t Willy Shakes or JP Sartre
People make me kinda wanna
Rip my fucking brains out of my head!
A character in Shakespeare said that hell is empty
All the devils are here and they’re rejoicing
They’re so entertained by my being disappointing
In this metaphor the devils are the ones I love watching me fuck up
And it doesn’t have to be so deep
But it’s hard to live in a society
Where I’m constantly under scrutiny
By the ones I know who already love me
Like a squishy bread from rising yeast
I’ve got so much proving to do
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