Tabby – Mahogany (White Trash Album)

Let out a sigh like the doggie, good grief it’s
This couch getting lived in. I’m high

Don’t procrastinate
Runs out of reefer
Squaring up with ballerinas in sequent dresses
[Hook]
Don’t procrastinate
Alright now silence those broads, please?
My place a sty and I just cleaned it completely
Doppelgänger brought them demons
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
Sit them kicks on this mahogany Boy, relax.
I said
[Verse 2]
Condensation warps the varnishing But cop a coaster.

Condensation warps the varnishing But cop a coaster.
"Who this narcissistic heretic?" You might ask
Tally up my defeats, they’re increasing
Hard enough keeping up with hygiene
Boy, relax. Sit them kicks on this mahogany
Don’t procrastinate
Of my romance with the reaper ’till she slipped
Wine & wafers for thigh gaps. The scripture for White Trash
What happens when I slip out of reality
Religion for ass clad in acid washed shorts
Focus staying in the garage with monoxide sitting shotty

Don’t procrastinate
Kiss me with some passion
I said
Condensation warps the varnishing But cop a coaster.
Once a cheater, they will be until defense
Now pope switch zucchetto for dad cap Pipes smoke.
Lift the shoulders and vibe
Don’t procrastinate
[Verse 1]
Don’t procrastinate

Ditch doubt for a minute Like panties on mind.
Not me. These dimples deeper than what’s currently popping
Chemistry once the prefix
Not reaping benefits too frequent
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
They’re leaving messes
Don’t procrastinate
My priorities twisted. Give them keys up, no drive
I’m reeking Stench equals the havoc.
[Hook]
Don’t procrastinate
Lyrically foxy, all your thoughts want me. Pause
Boy, relax. Sit them kicks on this mahogany
Sockless in sneakers
Inspired when I watch films bout

Tabby – V.S. (White Trash Album)

Jehovah’s Witness knock is opportunity, you don’t answer
Mary let you have your cake like scene from Matilda
(Uhhhh) You can’t remember?
Once you quit feeling lower than Tyrian knees to floor
The type to fill an empty Fiji to impress while you quench thirst
Setting quests for that booty. A cracker sure ain’t the motive here
Green with envy over green just make you jaded, boy
The world’s seen better days without that freckled face
Lucky I don’t pick a snub up and just utter fuck it
But TSA get boosted while that ego get damaged
Baby tooth could buy a pint bruh, it needs removal
Can’t smoke without believing the fuzz
You don’t help him or even pick the damn phone up
Spend years writing tracks people won’t hear. Smile
You slipping boy, how you supposed to move forward?
But just remember, sucka: I’m the reason you’re Tabby
Scratching the surface only a scrotum itch
That stomach getting queasy when reality set
A juicy fruit rapper cutting more lines than the Olson twins
I’m the reason they’re clammy I’m your Smeagule, I’m the reason you don’t seek helping hands Just stare down at your own.
Watch him elevate; still mope bout that chick he ain’t ever date
Would have grown like a man, instead you grew like a canker
Sniffing out the bitch in you, this doberman huffing
Your solution? Buy some time, switch ivory to a gold
Facts & mirrors, facing either? Nope. Super laughable bro
Now Gordo put cash toward it, should
Still on momma’s cable bill, boy
Mother fucker, please get outta your dome!
Daddy ought to have spanked ya
Ya fiend for females who can’t screen through his baggage
But Jesus Christ, you can’t even freestyle
Had he not pampered you in Pampers
Blowing chances like Malkova, you ain’t on the come up
Haven’t seen a dentist in Shit so schizophrenic.
[Verse]
With teeth more yellow than Homer’s piss
Bet he penny pinching on giving two cents towards anything
Any time he feeling slightly off, man what the fuck happened?
Sitting on Snapchat for ass pics and to blow up?
Boas coiled round your throat showing gold found in phobia?
Go for sniff, went unnoticed like the potential possessed in here
You wanna be on TV more than pay for the rent
Pick your poison, pin up bitches or potpourri?
Gonna cuff your arteries, please check your privilege
Can’t check yourself in streams if you
Knock your head back like tortoise ’cause
Get off that lazy boy, lazy boy
Contemplating the quarrel, your cranium should be quarantined
Tweeting at celebrities while the bird on your shoulder
Those eyes not on the prize, or ball, just post mortem
Them ladies just like life: ya ain’t at Staples, boy
Liquid pouring down the steps of your temples, feel the chemistry Of loathing oneself enough to score it with pen ink
Hypochondriac who think he have cancer
Put yourself so far in debt for PS4 and a plasma
Earl Grey black as Idris Alba’s nostrils brew in your skull

Tabby – Umami (White Trash Album)

Busting nuts on marble statue busts
Team and three Vines will free mind
Damn girl
Cut the chit chat like crotch shrubbery
My dukes up, prudes, I’mma snap with Panache
Let me get it
The token snow maestro capture Tolken’s work
Nah, fuck that
I’m a lover of art till guards catch me
Yeah officer, I’m that rad
Damn girl
Damn girl
Vocals buttery enough for Dean to wanna
I’mma free these fuckboys from the clutch of a hook
Rap’s a good match Spit fuel, spark it. Boom.
[Hook]
Tabby that dude who’d dip confession booth
And then there’s times where he’s cocky as a motherfucker for no goddamn reason Instead of identifying by his anxiety, he chose to use it as fuel for his art. See, Tabby found solace in music. You realize a lot of people face relative fears and desire to prove that their inherited negativity can be transformed into something positive and tangible.
Dupe your crew into hazardous fumes
Let me get it
[Verse]
Stun samaritans with varied kicks and carry along. I’m snatching Spans of attention whores who charge
Opponents’ focus bogus, folks. Porky, close the cartoon. (damn)
No budging in these lines, sucka
Spit in the caviar. Curses! Villain an exquisite mystic.
Let me get it
I chose the sofa over queen sized
[Outro: BIGQUINT]
Crooks of sin scoop youth with crooked grins
Flukes, go back to dad, ask for cash to pay tutors out tombs

For expansions and fan polaroids
Saltines salty he ran from Campbell’s, floored
Oops. Phantoms can’t lend a hand if they transparent Gasping’s all too familiar; happens when you’re asked to spit.
Vinyls dipped in violet Sprite. Screw politeness, loser
True music’s ruined Tune in, tots!
Trove of cabbage crammed in zags & smoked In single stanzas.
Drag a dude like a rip of the peace pipe
Let me get it

Let me get it
Forbidden fruit seems ripe, solid chomp for
Under skin lies a beast of a feline
Let me get it
Got sucked off while watching Bob’s Burgers Me?

Bangarang, Rufio do the noise that you do
Leave father burning baggie of pooch poo
Let me get it
Damsels after Link damaged; man’s Gannendorf
Let me get it
Can it, dork. Ya’ll put real coin towards Cam gals to squirt
Let me get it
See trouble in cheeched eyes Then chuck the duce.
Let me get it
Chop em up with some colored cutlery
Meditate to keep chi warm as steeped chai
[Hook]

Let me get it
Long cardigans donned to match dong, that’s fashion
Autotunes roll out while Prime perusing trough
Yeah, your slop got hogs herding
Wait Debut tape like Godot plating couscous.
Yolk over steamed rice
Play this noob to doomsday Fuck it. Two times ain’t enough.
Damn girl
Cop like, "walk a line," I’m jogging polygons perfect
Fucked with ya’ll, now nads bluer than Sully’s
True as Matt McConaughey cast as Batman
Let me get it
Damn girl
These goofy goons got groupies grooving
Damn girl
Be warned, he seems nice;

Tabby – Doozy (White Trash Album)

Since the rope’s been slacking
Crimson dot noggin rocks Hottest spot?
Dance break? Don’t have one
Tossed all my dollars towards
Pipsqueak. Bic bleeds ink
Rappers aim high, then complain their lagging
Wendy watches, lost boys do not give a fuck
I’m Nissen Teased, stripped me of these?
Your screen say Windows Vista? Dude
Jaws spout so on the nose, quotes popping nollies
Shucked from rural curb this stuck & stirred pearl
Closed minds hold mouths open and fuck with chivalry
[Verse 1]
To all I see, raise potion like a child
Caught ya dressed in a too-too
On the rug, gold dung from 4th horse
Fact is: Man’s Ken bald, just plastic. Face it.
die-cast Purchase DirecTV, this is plastic vs.
Craddle cries from nightstand ’cause your white ass
Have a blessed day Hahaha, well, it’s been a pleasure talking to y’all. Gonna pass it to the man himself, but before I go, I just wanna personally thank you for listening. And remember, clean your earbuds you nasty, dirty, waxy eared motherfuckers.
Chunks of words churn in gut ’till worth hurled
[Outro: BIGQUINT]
Panties got firm hold on man meat. Actually
Leaves sixteens indecent
"Humor gets neutered, dog. Not paying you to act
Just loosened up the front Words could be different.
Oh shit, you comically endowed
Spotting posses pretty pompous but ya squad just polliwogs
Through glass, the roof is weak
Trunk kicking but the stool static
Keep up. Genius won’t help you
Cut padawon braids, snip snip
And soul rhymed the magnum opus
Average maestros go viral like their girl’s crotch
You’s a casket’s main attraction
As my comical confidant like
Woops. Interrupt the fuck with first Jetta vasectomy
Spare fucks? That’s cute, dude
I cannot be fucked with!
Two dollars feel heavy, view blurred. It’s only one
Fuck that too
Clutch on a 4-0 Bogo for a soul.
Skit’s great but switch blade saying
Strings of speech till seams start preaching
Scuffles squash beef with siblings so they put em up
[Intro]
See–" "Good one, impressive set up.
Neither side ethers seeing legs through a wine glass
Ever since popo went and shown guns
Eat kimchi, its heat I weave in
Driver looking real shook, saying, "we got a drooler."
In a personal session of FPS going "pew pew."
Molting to composed monk, orange robe peeled

Fucking go! I’m cooped in this coupe." His response
And he’s got the gaul to pan me? That’s antique.
Paint absurd murals, make Bansky’s work curl
Lymph nodes so active, throat sports a fitbit
Hugh Jackman, Pool, and me
Past dunce cap. PhD in doom
Dust off the prophecy
Woke to one’s tongue noogieing my pink cranium
Telling his conscience, "No!"
Your come up logic lacking like Kirk lost Spock
"Bum a stoge when you lonely."
Louis CK rapped Illmatic and fondled Nas
Who’s purpose is purse lips & suck my dick
Group up, form a new clique or cult
Woke me chose flows slower than froze streams
Ten piggies at the market. Woah
To patch up rib cage of Adam
Heal fastest screwed and beat
[Beat Switch]

Doing lines fast like Flash now a dope fiend
Smalls, you’re killing me
It’s like a toddler. Broke
So boo the few who lust for unique stuff and bitch

Popped a few ludes, Leo moves to my Uber
I cannot be fucked with
Took Xanny, earned a seat with with the cool kids
Neat Woo gals out panties?
Toast LP’s, fuck Prada.
Loot’s burning in my pocket

Okay
Quick gander at your steeze
I have none Spare change?
Dimes falling for me like school bully ankle holds
Yawn, nodding off Sip molotov then lob.
These beams from final Freiza zoom
"Slip some shit in ’bout gold things."
90’s punk catered toward 90 punks skating worn rails
True turds ain’t getting flushed. Eww
I choose to breach Do that.
Chrome dojo for the shogun
No one can stop him. Woah
I cannot be fucked with
Cue laughter, cannot breathe
I’m a loose cannon like the suit’s off of Mewtwo
Swatted swamp water I’m that cracker Polly want.

Told me, "Dip a toe in the codene."
Fuck that
Folks scold Labrador. Older bro got away with it again
Stow lows in the dough like some cold cuts
[Verse 2]
Stroking oak beads, spoke with the obese
I cannot be fucked with

Tabby – White Trash (White Trash Album)

I’m not racist but *beep* so annoying
In Walmart with my cart horizontal blocking all
These bullets reach for culture
Ties chopped till an arm free
Instagram them finger pistols
This good Christian dick be saving her soul
Raw white split from yolk; it’s better for health
Simply orange in the gin, take a sip till I’m slurring

Gull raised from my palm pink as Eve’s offspring
That’s just life buddy
3 K’s Bark shades: entrées.
‘Cause my black friend say it’s aight
[Verse 2]
Mommy’s Beamer where I suck off profs in tweed
Vodka shots in our groovy kitchen With my bitches!
Next satan’s buttox
Jesus Squeeze a grin on each visit.
Got stink in my iris from a distance
‘Cause uhhh!

And turnt as fuck with my buds
Save the skillet for Shkreli taking Tang for himself
Misogyny massaged ’till knots break
So I’m thanking the lot for
Quite brash
Blondes carve Starbucks in a heart + I’m great
I’m a honky
Away for basic rights
Surrounding shoppers. Ignore their scowls ’cause
Thanks for listening to the project. So yeah And I’d just like to preface this track by saying this is not white guilt or asking you to pity my privilege or some bullshit like that, nah, this is just me taking a step back and looking at things from a bigger prospective. Uh, yo, this is Tabby.
Who ya really?
Shotgun Nattys with posse
Skype call with my daughter more important
Dunce caps, revving cherry confederate Chevrolets
Not embarrassed at all, Monster syrup my blood
If caught, bond is paid by my college
Once she swallows, I’mma chuckle at the Cable Guy
OMG. I’m cute as fuck in this puppy filter
I do not fuck with my race
[Hook]
FUCK YOU! I told you you’re gorgeous, ya fucking whore!
Now feeling up my cousin ’till she saying uncle
Lob roofies like Cosby ’till target unconscious
Screaming every n-word
Protect oppressed with my words
Step in brethren dressed in
I wish I felt this New Era, I barely wear it
3 K’s Bark shades: entrées.
Fabio kinda flow under chin, kept it growing
smh And start popping like me with excedrin.
My guns got heat on Tumblr
Misogyny massaged ’till the knots break
White trash
My fedora be a Halo. I’m your savior, I know it
[Verse 1]
Saving my spot right up
Do not interrupt, please
Gull raised from my palm pink as Eve’s offspring
Ties chopped till an arm free
[Outro}
My crib’s musk: asbestos dust & dung of ferrets
Kinda feel like a suburban mom
Honestly, I’m triggered
Girl, I’m feeling euphoric
White trash

Jk, could we please have some coitus?

Screech! Breaks on tap till I scrape that Clinton sticker off
[Hook]
That’s just life buddy
But caucasians take a lot
I am straight and white
Cock the sawed off if hear a gay parade go by
She lost! Damn, why so cynical? Stirring
I’ll blow em…
Come February my collagen get no attention
Bitch
Proving we’re unique women
Bumpin’ Bino in pink chinos on daddy’s yacht

Blondes carve Starbucks in a heart + I’m great
Like our love. Wait, you’re zoning me?
Spawn of the wrong tree
Cannot wait till that wall collapse on unemployment
These hand waves best Coachella
Who ya really?
Do not confuse me, gawd dangit, faggot die
Kinda feel them intersections with four octagons
Spawn of the wrong tree

I’m a honky
Feel like I voted for Trump Syllables.
Quite brash
But save money cuz Urban Outfitters comes first
Off Ronny D & skunk bud
[Intro]

Portugal. The Man – Number One (feat. Richie Havens & Son Little) (Woodstock Album)

Sister (yeah)
But you’ll come out all right
Cause I’m gonna be like a drug
Wash away the stains
But ya don’t, no, no
A long way from my home
Father (yeah)
All of the chaos
Don’t know why it brings
Cause when we rise up we rise up above
Such sweet memories

But ya don’t, no, no

Freedom
Of late nights
With the falling rain
But ya don’t, no, no
[Intro: Richie Haven]
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone

It’s that sufferin’
To get lost
But ya don’t, no, no

In the evening shade
Such sweet memories
That never gets old
[Pre-Chorus]
(Yeah) I know it seems there’s no end in sight
[Verse 2: John Gourley]
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Can’t turn the page
(Yeah) But it doesn’t mean you can’t put up a fight
That the leaves had changed
Freedom
Have long since been paved

(Yeah) I know it seems there’s no end in sight
(Yeah) I know it seems there’s no end in sight
But you’ll come out all right
Will be the end of me

But didn’t know to fade
[Verse 1: John Gourley]
But baby you make me feel loved
(Yeah) But it doesn’t mean you can’t put up a fight
Like the sound it made
Leadin’ the modern age
It’s that sufferin’

But you’ll come out all right
Somehow still be amazed
Let’s go down the drain
Freedom
Don’t know why it brings

No, no, no
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
Like another’s pain
It’s gonna be all right
Mother (yeah)
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
No, no, no
When the morning came
No, no, no
(Yeah) But it doesn’t mean you can’t put up a fight
Will be the end of me

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Don’t make me don’t make me wake up
All the trails we blazed
[Post-Chorus]
Telling white lies
[interlude: Richie Haven]
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
Like it’s just a phase
But ya don’t, no, no
Or gives hope
Freedom
On down memory lane
‘Til the sunrise
[Outro: John Gourley]
[Chorus]
But ya don’t, no, no
[Chorus]

When I need my brother (yeah)
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone

[Pre-Chorus]

Portugal. The Man – Easy Tiger (Woodstock Album)

And I still hear the sound
Easy tiger
Don’t call collect
Take it easy tiger
Don’t call collect
Gasping for air I’m chokin’
Take it easy tiger
But it’s hard to see clouds
No rain, clear skies
Holdin’ it together
Good kid, bad brains
Easy tiger
You’re only 16 goin’ on forever
Easy tiger
Can’t break it open
‘Cause I still see your face
Can’t break it open
Easy tiger
Then tearing it down
Finger up to heaven
Getting lost in the crowd
Of the pack when they howl
You’re only 16 goin’ on forever
And it goes on. on
You’re only 16 goin’ on forever
Don’t call collect
Don’t call collect
Don’t call collect
It goes on
Easy tiger
Gasping for air I’m chokin’
Can’t break it open
Easy tiger
Only 16 goin’ on forever
Don’t call collect
Tight rope, no chains
Take it easy tiger
Livin’ for whatever
At least I got the weather
Bought in, sold out
Running with no sign of slowin’
Can’t break it open
Easy tiger
Only 16 goin’ on forever
Can’t break it open
Till my legs are broken
Keep building a house
You’re only 16 goin’ on forever
Only 16 goin’ on forever
When you’re 6 feet underground
Can’t break it open
Running with no sign of slowin’
Easy tiger
And it goes on, on
It goes on
You’re only 16 goin’ on forever
Easy tiger

Portugal. The Man – Live In The Moment (Woodstock Album)

When you’re gone
God only knows
I’m not alone

A lie, oh well
Goodbye, so long, farewell

My home
Ooh la la la la la
Is a girl with eyes like wishing wells
When you’re gone
When you’re gone
Nothing’s gonna comfort me now
Wake up everybody you know
I’ll see you when you get there
Ooh la la la la la
A lie, oh well
When your family
Come back Sunday morning
When you’re gone

Let’s live in the moment
Wake up everybody you know
Ooh I can’t believe it
When you’re gone
Come back Sunday morning
Come back Sunday morning
But I’m still glowing

Come back Sunday morning
Those days are done
Come back Sunday morning
Ooh la la la la la
Let’s live in the moment
Come and watch the garden grow
With that soul to sell
Ooh la la la la la
I’ll see you when you get there
Goodbye, so long, farewell
I’ll see you when you get there
We don’t need history
Goodbye, so long, farewell

Oh my god I can’t believe my eyes
Oh my god I can’t believe my eyes
Is a girl who can’t wait for time to tell

Let’s live in the moment
With that soul to sell

Let’s live in the moment
Goodbye, so long, farewell
Swinging from the branches of a tree
Let’s live in the moment
When I was young
Come back Sunday morning
Ooh I can’t believe it
But I’m still lone, lonely
I’ll see you when you get there
A lie, oh well
Come and watch the garden grow
Let’s live in the moment
Nothing’s gonna comfort me now
We don’t need ghost stories
Goodbye, so long, farewell
When you’re gone
With that soul to sell
Goodbye, so long, farewell
My home
Always go below the midnight sun

Ooh la la la la la
God only knows
Ooh la la la la la

Portugal. The Man – Feel It Still (Woodstock Album)

Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, yeah
Let me kick it like it’s 1986, now
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
Is it coming?
Leave her with a baby sitter, mama, call the grave digger
Give in to that easy living

Am I coming out of left field?
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Can’t keep my hands to myself
Might be over now, but I feel it still
We could wave until the walls come down
Is it coming back?
(Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now)

Let me kick it like it’s 1986, now
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now

Is it coming?
Might’ve had your fill, but you feel it still
We could fight a war for peace

Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
Don’t bother me
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Your love is an abyss for my heart to eclipse, now
(Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now)

Kids in the middle, move over ’til it falls
Am I coming out of left field?
Think I’ll dust ’em off, put ’em back up on the shelf
Goodbye to my hopes and dreams
Got another mouth to feed
Gone with the fallen leaves
I been feeling it since 1966, now
Stop flipping for my enemies
I been feeling it since 1966, now
Might’ve had your fill, but you feel it still
It’s time to give a little tip
Might be over now, but I feel it still
In case my little baby girl is in need
Let me kick it like it’s 1986, now
Is it coming?
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Is it coming?
Is it coming?

I’ve been feeling it since 1966, now
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now

Portugal. The Man – Rich Friends (Woodstock Album)

Electric fences hummin’ like a hive without a queen
In all this gloom and doom
Use a rich rich friend like you
From the temple to the tomb
Let me be your little sunshine
From the temple to the tomb
I could really really really
Every day holidays when daddy’s gone
Driving head on into the Wonderwall
Every day holidays when daddy’s gone
Cuttin’ pain with poverty
Livin’ life like we’re the only ones that know we’re famous
Crashin’ on chardonnay and Adderall
I’m just tryna catch a free ride
Every day holidays when daddy’s gone
Driving head on into the Wonderwall
Cold disparity
Crashin’ on chardonnay and Adderall
Use a rich rich friend like you
But I’m not your property
We’re all tryna catch a free ride
Driving head on into the Wonderwall
See I’m crushin’ down these problems
Use a rich rich friend like you
Crashin’ on chardonnay and Adderall
I could really really really
Livin’ life like we’re the only ones that know we’re famous
I could really really really
I been slippin’ through the cracks
I could really really really
Livin’ life like we’re the only ones that know we’re famous
Use a rich rich friend like you
Use a rich rich friend like you
Crashin’ on chardonnay and Adderall
I could really really really
Like I was clothed in Vaseline
From the Capetown coliseums
Driving head on into the Wonderwall
Let me be your one-man army
Every day holidays when daddy’s gone
Use a rich rich friend like you
Hey man I’m cool to lean on
I’ll campaign for anarchy
I could really really really
Livin’ life like we’re the only ones that know we’re famous

Portugal. The Man – Keep On (Woodstock Album)

[Verse 2]
Got me thinking bout it
All day long
Never lose, gotta be the shoes
(’til we’re dead and gone)
All day long
All day long
Fallin’ from a ladder
Drippin’ on the ground
Bangin’ my head against the wall
Dead and gone
Ice cream meltin’ down
And it’s all and it’s all and it’s all day long

All day long
‘Til we’re dead and gone
[Chorus]

(Maybe you’re not alone, that’s right)
What is it you do?
Grow up, be a winner
All day long, ’til we’re dead and gone
Don’t have a clue
Bangin’ my head against the wall
And it’s all day long ’til we’re dead and gone
Stuck here ’til I’m gone
But nobody misses
Man in the mirror like
[Verse 1]
I never listened

All day long, ‘tll we’re dead and gone
Playing it cool
[Chorus]
(Bangin’ my head against the wall)
What you did

Maybe I missed out on my youth
(Bangin’ my head against the wall)
(Bangin’ my head against the wall)
To tell the truth

All day long
Quite like I do
[Verse 3]
Got me confused
That old money privilege
Slippin’ on a banana

Looked up in the sun
[Chorus]
Got me thinkin’ ’bout it
Must be trippin’ like a cartoon
All day long, ’til we’re dead and gone
Boys still throwin’ stones
I never knew
Blow up, be a winner

Runnin’ till I’m wrong
Young black and gifted
(grow up, be a winner)

But I’m seein’ a pattern
Keep on hangin’ on

Bangin’ my head against the wall
All day long
And it’s all and it’s all and it’s all day long
Bangin’ my head against the wall
‘Til we’re dead and gone

(be a winner)
Maybe I’m trippin’ to tell the truth
(’til we’re dead and gone)
Burned out but I ain’t done
Bangin’ my head against the wall
All day long
All day long

Portugal. The Man – So Young (Woodstock Album)

When I can’t go on
I don’t need another lover

[3rd Chorus: John Gourley & Zoe Manville]
[Spoken sample interlude]
I don’t need another lover
[2nd Chorus: John Gourley and Zoe Manville]
One day the world may end
[Spoken sample interlude]
But I’m done going undercover

But you and I are gonna live forever
[1st verse: John Gourley]
You’ll make it home just
[2nd verse: John Gourley]
Sit around, pretendin’ like nothing’s wrong
I don’t need to make amends
[Chorus John Gourley & Zoe Manville]
I don’t need another lover
My light burning bright
[Bridge: John Gourley]
Fine without breaking down
Today the world will end
Still in your make up
it’s troubling Oooh…
Like the summer in the city that we’re living in
So young, just begun
I don’t need another lover
One day the world may end
Little birdies singing "why’d ya fall so hard?"
We’re gonna shoot you down
We’re gonna live forever
I’m all like I can’t go on
[3rd verse: John Gourley]
Man that’s so young [Zoe Manville]
Love’s my battle cry

I just want to find a friend
When ya wake up
But I’m done going undercover
That’s so young [A$AP Rocky]

It’s never wrong
it’s getting too hot Oooh…
Everlong till the thrill is gone
I don’t need to make amends

‘Til then I’ll just pretend
it’s getting too hot Oooh…
You never know we may recover

A champion wearing golden gloves

No time left to pretend
How I stay so strong
it’s troubling Oooh…
What I’ve become
When you wake up

[Outro]
Like the summer in the city that we’re living in
But I’m done going undercover
I just want to find a friend
Never gonna make up
When the belly of the beast starts rumbling
Don’t need to live to know
Knocked out with the Midas touch
So young, loaded gun
But there’s still plenty to discover
That’s so young [A$AP Rocky]
I don’t need another lover
Got you punch drunk, seeing stars
I don’t need another lover
I’ll fight all my life
So long, love letter
When the belly of the beast starts rumbling
Stay calm, we’ll all just get along
Oblivious to what the trigger does
[4th verse: John Gourley & Zoe Manville]
I just want to find a friend
‘Til then I’ll just pretend
Got ammunition on a mission
We’re gonna live forever

Man that’s so young [Zoe Manville]
I don’t need to make amends
But there’s still plenty to discover

Portugal. The Man – Mr Lonely (feat. Fat Lip) (Woodstock Album)

[Chorus: Zach Carothers & Zoe Manville]
Call me Mr. Lonely
Tomorrow I might fuck my life
I don’t know if you think below me
Make yourself at home
Little broken bones begins

Left your friends
Where the pavement ends
Don’t call me
Little broken bones begin
"Welcome to Hell"
[Verse 1: John Gourley]
The bitter past sleeps
She left with Natalie

I’m the Duke of Hurl
Been that long ago
Listen for a change
Because it’s honestly been falling apart
I guess it’s better than nothing, right?
Lonely Call me Mr.
You can call me anything
Call me Mr. Lonely

Whisper our dreams to the dark (hello?)
Leave behind free will
You can call me anything
Is my little sunshine getting jealous

I’m bad at takin’ good advice
I used to have a girl
Can you hear it now?
[Chorus: John Gourley & Zoe Manville]
I don’t know if you think below me
When I knew you well
You can call me King
Call me if you know me
You know I can’t feel this pain in my heart
While they’re hanging out below me
She left me naturally
[Chorus: Zach Carothers & Zoe Manville]
And I bet they got some stories to tell
In your bed?
I don’t think you wanna know me
You can call me King
[Verse 2: John Gourley]
But she wasn’t happy
Because it’s honestly been falling apart
While they’re hanging out below me
How trouble finds me
You can call me King
You can call me King
Don’t call me
[Verse 3: Muddled]
There’s glitter falling
I don’t think you wanna know me
False sense of happiness
You can call me King

Call me if you know me
Are you living your teens in a shed?
Bottles up, poppin’ shit
They was laughin’ at me

But can you hear me now?
So I lit the club
But if it’s here I’d rather see where it leads
But can you hear me now?
[Verse 4: Fat Lip]
Well if it’s here I’m gonna see where it leads
Maybe I’m too blind to see

Call me if you know me

I’m doin’ what I want tonight
Broken promises
The stars are falling
And the pity on believers
And we’re lookin’ for the way
Maybe I’m too blind to see
Perhaps I’ll take what I get
Laugh once, cry twice
Lonely Call me Mr.
Call me if you know me
Inducted in the hall of fame for vomitin’
Can you feel me now?
Alcohol anonymous
I’ve puked round the world
[Verse 1: Muddled]
Man this lonely life ain’t nothin’ nice
You know I can’t feel this pain in my heart
You can call me anything
You can call me King
[Chorus: John Gourley & Zoe Manville]
They left in the back of a taxi
Under there
At least I got this blunt to light

Is growing up giving you the bends?
We left our friends
You can call me anything
Where the pavement ends
Of the moonbeams feeling gloomy
Why trouble finds me
You know that song in your head
And a banner that says

Portugal. The Man – Tidal Wave (Woodstock Album)

Triggered by the aftershock
Triggered by the aftershock
Banging on your chest
Triggered by the aftershock
Hit me like a tidal wave
Worst of you’s born to lose
Triggered by the aftershock
These days can break
Goin’ out of your mind
But I’m gonna take the wheel
Triggered by the aftershock
Aftershock
I can see it in your eyes
Triggered by the aftershock
Hit me like a tidal wave
Hit me like a tidal wave
Lonely days will follow
Hit me like a tidal wave
Hit me like a tidal wave
Hit me like a tidal wave
Tripping over landlines
It can’t be easy tryna unwind
Better than zero
Triggered by the aftershock
I can see it with my own eyes
Hit me like a tidal wave
Aftershock
The tracks down your face
Triggered by the aftershock
See it in your face
The rest of you’s born to lose
I keep thinkin’ break us take the wheel
Hit me like a tidal wave
Running out of unrest
Bet on the winners
Aftershock
Bet on the winners
Days will follow
Cutting deep with a dull blade (blade)
Triggered by the aftershock
Worst of you’s born to lose
Triggered by the aftershock
Sleepin’ on your day dreams
Acting tough looking unfazed
I’m not tryna role play
The halls will know your name
Hit me like a tidal wave
And the gaze that stuck
Aftershock
Bed with no dinner
Aftershock
Aftershock
Triggered by the aftershock
Aftershock

Portugal. The Man – Noise Pollution (feat. Mary Elizabeth Winstead & Zoe Manville) (Version A, Vocal Up Mix 1.3) (Woodstock Album)

Let’s leave behind this dry land
I can’t believe in no one (I’m still feeling magnifique)
Tu broies du noir et tu serais
Can’t ya see I’m feeling magnifique?
So down, is there no hope?
Crawl back to the ocean
(C’est la vie) So down, is there no hope?

Live leak the revolution
Got lost in the confusion
Live or die like c’est la vie
Let’s reverse evolution
Y’all can’t take my bullshit
Out for me, out for me, out for me, out for me
[Chorus 1: John Gourley]
Hello, I’m introducing

So down, is there no hope?
Naturally gifted, down for heavy lifting
So down, is there no hope?
With my fist in the air, "Je suis Charlie"
[Pre-Chorus 1: Zoe Manville]
I know my rights, je t’aime Paris
I know my rights, je t’aime Paris
Naturally gifted or losing it
[Verse 1: John Gourley]

Can’t take my bullshit

New world distribution
So down, is there no hope?
I can’t believe in no one
Can’t ya see I’m feeling magnifique?

Can’t ya see I’m feeling magnifique?
Broke out the institution
Live or die like c’est la vie
[Bridge: Mary Elizabeth Winstead]
With my fist in the air, "Je suis Charlie"
So, go on, keep on talking
Not mad, man, I’m a big fan
So down, is there no hope? (C’est la vie)
Naturally gifted, down for heavy lifting
[Pre-Chorus 2: John Gourley]
[Chorus 1: John Gourley]

I can’t believe in no one
[Interlude: John Gourley]

Hello, I’m introducing
Tu cries, tu souffres, et tu souris

[Chorus 1: John Gourley]
Hello, I’m, hello, I’m, hello, I’m
[Post-Chorus 1: Zoe Manville]
I can’t believe in no one
Live or die like c’est la vie

[Post-Chorus 3: John Gourley & Zoe Manville]
Act like you’re over it, still be upset
Can’t take my bullshit
They got it out for me, out for me, out for me, out for me
I can’t believe in no one
Tu broies du noir, et tu rougis
I can’t believe in no one
Even when the world has it out for me

I’m still feeling magnifique
So down, is there no hope?
I know my rights, je t’aime Paris
Tu cries, tu souffres, et tu souris
I know my rights, je t’aime Paris
Let’s make low resolutions
Live or die like c’est la vie
[Post-Chorus 2: Zoe Manville & Mary Elizabeth Winstead]
It’s in my constitution
[Verse 2: John Gourley]
With my fist in the air, "Je suis Charlie"
Go stream it now on demand
Act like you’re over it, still be upset

[Chorus 2: John Gourley]
I love that noise pollution
I can’t believe in no one (Magnifique)
Act like you’re over it, still be upset
Forever disillusioned