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spend yer rent on gasoline

by tryingtogetby

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1.
Worry Less 02:28
Broken bruised or busted and not pretty on the inside If I said I was stoked where I'm at then that would be a lie Tired of battling myself with no help all inside my head I can't believe the person is me when I hear what was said Try to cope with drugs and booze But learned that's the fast track to lose People that I care about and the few that care about me too I know this what they call crazy but this wasn't the life I choosed Scarred, betrayed and belittled a product of defeat I don't know how to recover but I know who I want to be A goal that seems unattainable with no confidence to say the least Total war inside my head and only one brain cell fighting for peace If I took it all away would I still be insane Would I be happy and would you please retain The better memories over the bad ones in case I have to go away Right to passage right to sing right to cry and right to be Anything you want unless you're mental illness keeps you from your dreams I know it's hard and I know it sucks but please believe me When there's will and where theres hope there's possible victory Everyone's got a story and it doesn't matter where you begin The journey is the pursuit of happiness and it has no end It gets dark and it gets hard a road we have all been But don't give up and don't give in the because fighting is the only way to win .. I just really wanna Worry less Worry less Focus on the better things forget about the rest Worry less Worry less Be ok with who I am and Know I tried my best
2.
Friends 02:46
I've been thinking Life's been too good these days And ya know i've been drinking Away all the spare change I got the feeling That this could be the end Rusted like the van We drove 3,000 miles in Time to take another bus to Chicago Head thru Kansas on to Colorado Straight thru the desert to the forest on fire If the van don't make it you can call me a liar Party with boss daughter if theyre in Reno And the Pyrate punx out in Sacramento Till I can put a pbr in the sand Back in California then over to New York again Truckstops rule But I'm no fool when it comes to it Just here for the microwave And to STEAL ALL THE CONDIMENTS Life is about choices.. and im Stoked for ones I did not make I don't drive so I can't see straight Call it a waste but you can't relate Don't miss the exit we could run out of gas At any minute Push the van into a parking space and hang out to avoid a ticket Eat week old bagels and wait for friends I got drunk with.. that one time Find out they overdosed .. .. .. Friends are still friends if you only knew them one night
3.
From the Cobra in Nashville To tower in San Diego Brooklyn, Miami, Tulsa Our friends are wherever we go And we go Wherever the fuck we want Circle pit stage dives Shotguns in the van Ridin thirty deep The only way we can And we can Do this shit forever We shout Oi From city streets Where we meet To drink We shout Oi Every day We'll never change A thing Checkpoint Charlie's in Nola To the Lost well in Austin Dive bar in Vegas to sidebar in Boston Punks not dead it's just doing cooler stuff than you Punks shows in barns and in the middle of the woods Somewhere off the highway You know it'll be good Punks not dead It's everywhere we go We shout Oi From city streets Where we meet To drink We shout Oi Every day We'll never change A thing We shout Oi At who brings us down Whatever town we're in We shout Oi At the bar downtown Where we all meet up again Some of us will get old And drink 40s at home Spin records while doing taxes And miss being on the road But ya know That's not the life for me
4.
Just Be 03:15
I'm back and it's been a tuff full of years A fistful of joints and a ton of cheap beers Conquering demons and defeating my fears Learning I don't need to reason to know why I'm here Or why I'm weird or some would say unique From struggle of living and trying to eat Your hate sticks around like food in my teeth But I keep PMA like toothpicks on me believe in your dreams no matter what it seems under difficult times frayed and burst at the seams stay true to your craft and love in your heart becuse if you got passion it belongs in your art From the start the world is gonna do it's best to doubt you Never let them know the moves you're about to Unleash while they talk smack and stay still Nothings stronger than the power of free will If I could wake up and start again I wouldn't wanna be me Another chance at holding on on Hold on just to be Just be Ok with the world That's crumbling Time to wake up time to get down Strap on my boots and walk into town Light up a smoke, scrape for a toke Free as a dog on it's way to the pound Deal with the problems deal with the mess Can't avoid it or let it get the best Of me you or anyone less Wear the past like a rip in my vest Unless there's a better way to be If you listen to me then you might agree Get in a car and drive down the road Use your rent money on gasoline Everyone should live before they die If they don't why do they call it life No second chances, just one to find We are just Tryingtogetby
5.
People 02:16
I'm not tired of these chords A knot on my finger To remind me what I'm fighting for And that it's not enough To make a change 6 strings a broken heart And a lot of pain Chorus: Im so tired of people I'm so tired of this place If I could take this and make it better You'd still trash your friends to save face I'm so tired of writing songs That no one will ever hear All along I felt I could save them with a line But my words are what they fear Along with People who hate People who are different People who love People who are like them
6.
Low Ceilings 03:23
Is this what it's like getting older Carrying all but my world on my shoulders The reason that my back hurts I think I'm running backwards I forgot how to feel good feelings Forever the young crazed peeling My heart is now an empty building With no doors and low ceilings Im the rookie on the bench That never had a chance The feeling of regret when you don't ask her to dance The dying hope for sunshine when your whole life has been grey Has been grey The song that was written That never once was heard The feathers pieced together That never made a bird The smile on your face When you thought you had finally won You never won You're the crack in the sidewalk No one noticed exists The character that left the show People don't realize they miss Important as a prophet You were played off as a fool * You're not a fool I'm the lonely songbird that never got to sing A metaphor for a loser, depressed human being That one last gasp of air Before we finally sink We finally sink Hold on to your loved ones And those who never had a chance Some of still waiting on hope for that dance These songs are just scars Played from shaking hands Take nothing for granted And give some of us a shot Because when it comes down to it We are all that we've got Even when life is pain It's better to have than have not
7.
Blackhole 01:03
No matter where you go there will be a problem Everyday it gets harder to solve them Don't stick around it's just a waste Don't die a buck short and a day late A hometown is a blackhole
8.
Home 03:58
Lukewarm drinks Cold Hard drugs All the times I had Growin up I couldnt wait Chasin a dream Taken me everywhere Sea to sea But I don't care If i wake up tomorrow Will I be all alone I can't handle trusting new friends I can't live in a home What's a home to a nomad anyway I can understand Wanting to get away But coming back Doesn't feel ok A home is a safety net If you work hard it's always there Don't get trapped By people who don't care Lukewarm drinks Cold hard drugs All the times I was FUCKIN UP I couldn't wait To throw it away Live for the moment As I wait To die that day
9.
Drank Enough 02:23
Strap on my boots before I walk out the door Expecting the same fate I've been dealt before Shove my anxiety into a bottle of Jack And smoke enough Cigarettes to cause my lungs to collapse And breath in the words you used to sing to me Live everyday in a dream Wake up every night and scream Wondering who the hell the world wants me to be With me you're not Anymore I miss of waking up on the floor We've drank enough We Drank for Days But not enough liquor to get you to stay Years have passed and not much has changed Except my mentality to keep my life rearranged Don't settle down don't trust a soul Get the fuck out of the south because it's a black hole Lived my life on a bad repeat Drugs, booze, and girls have not been good to me I've been dragged through hell for trying to do my best Now it's time to get out, I got one last dying breath
10.
Hate me or love me Or pretend i dont exist I persist of a bunch apathetic values Mainly that ignorance is bliss I'll toast to all my dead friends And the ones on their way Because we cant control the future So we live day to day Like a group of madmen With no motive to be mad Stay angry at things So we dont have time to be sad Roll our cigarettes and eat out the trash Sometimes we are lucky Most of the time we're hurtin for cash Cold hard truth Clock in or clock out Or never go back Live like we're on tv Its just the funds that we lack Work for our pay Pay for our time To enjoy the little things To feel alive but why I dont know how to fix it I dont have any kind of advice But one day you'll snap Or just keep trying to get by Defeated and broken Get up to do it again Because we all owe somebody Thats what keeps us from giving in Giving in The lucky ones wont understand this Cold Hard Truth There's a terrible pain All of us understand It's a special kind of hurt Ive felt it as a man Burns from your stomach Makes everything harder to do Losing sleep forget to eat Bandage with a vice of your choice to choose Losing friends you used to see everyday The world becomes a stranger Strange faces in the way Then you lose faith But for some reason As if addicted we do it all again Love is the worst thing you can do to somebody But the best thing to do for yourself Cold Hard Truth

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released July 24, 2019

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Diy punk collaborative shindig featuring a dude with a guitar. Folk, Punk, Ska, and hiphop

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