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TBRR

by 2bit

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Cups in a phallic symbol, solos in a row so you can handle that you got fuck up, while the keg went AWOL Spit fire and Bacardi, it’s hardly hardening your heart and It’s partly scarring your smart, who’s smart? You aren’t. pedantic in writing, you're frantic in lying a ransom on fighting, it’s canning your mind then kept searching for signs, but saw the lack, or the minus their star was a minor, and nebula a time past This galaxy is lifeless, the string theory is writhing the lines are back biting, the hand that feeds the rising Rising in pride and mindless hygiene It takes pinecone gin and pipe dreams to remind me Did your stand and stepped down, lips and hands get around while you claim you want to get out, but same plan, next town Plenty faced, in many ways, headed way to heady waves you can shoot boosters every day, but it’s still just empty space I wrote this album with a lot of nicotine Dipping and smoking but I quit last week An alcoholic guard dog wouldn’t let me sing So I cracked back that leash and decided to speak I’m done being meek, unraveled with ease I travel with peeps that would rather me breath Anecdotes and panicked prose. Its manic mopes if I leave Pan the gold Its pitiful if I’d rather go to sleep So I stay up and read. Writing is something I definitely need So I wrote every line So I wrote every rhyme So I wrote every line So I wrote every rhyme Some birds got me Some birds got me Some birds got me Some birds got me
2.
We all go through phases, some of them are makeshift others are abrasive, most are just faceless Vagrants with facelifts to look better through years face it, we’ll say shit to trendsetters through here but we’ll follow like we’re part, as hollow as they are it’s a model for the stars, so they call on our hearts keep check on the screen see what’s best for our lean meat last year, it’s a polos, now it’s V-necks and a beanie and as much as I mock, I don’t wear ripped shirts with dirt it hurts to admit, but I’m just another hip nerd the hit word is hipster, just give me the bag come back an hour later, in skinnies and plaid and the influence is, be a musical kid a decent student, don’t make it big or you’ll lose it I sit writing with a view, that’s rising from the tomb see, the problem is, I fit right in with you Mr. Moonshine, shoot high to the sky (Bring ‘em down.) Mr. Cool Guy, shoot high to the sky (Bring ‘em down.) Wicked smooth ride, shoot high to the sky (Bring ‘em down.) I miss the old I, who am I but a fool in disguise (Bring me down.) We all look the same It’s driving me insane Who will break the chain? Not me! We all look the same It’s driving me insane Who will break the chain? Not me! Just another carbon copy, a sloppy second to humanity Stopped from fluent ramblings, toppling on shoes handed to me hobbling to brand the new me as the hot new thing you would see An annuity to move with me, this proves insanity The moonshine they give us makes us their own we’re just slaves to a clone, we became what we stoned not that I’m any better, I look best no matter the weather Follow dressing to every letter, every year it gets heavier After the show you can talk to me personally Walk up to the person seen and ask if they prefer to be Alone or a lie, cause it’s cold in the limelight I focus on lies, but I hold onto pride The art of not caring is part of this age Its hard not pairing and part of my feral rage but with how long it’s been reigning this won’t even change a thing And you know what? It’s ironic I’m evening complaining…. Mr. Moonshine, shoot high to the sky (Bring ‘em down.) Mr. Cool Guy, shoot high to the sky (Bring ‘em down.) Wicked smooth ride, shoot high to the sky (Bring ‘em down.) I miss the old I, who am I but a fool in disguise (Bring me down.) We all look the same It’s driving me insane Who will break the chain? Not me! We all look the same It’s driving me insane Who will break the chain? Not me!
3.
I thought you like a brother, gave my thoughts and all Now I’m ditched at the end of a single phonecall? Trust down the drain, I just feel the pain You wanted more from me than I could ever ascertain Ask again, I’ll still answer you slowly I feel past this whole thing, old news, no bro thing and even through the shit, I defended your name and even though you quit, I reprimanded the claims If our friend ship is valued, then why did you wait? Why did I stay? The same reason I came. I thought you as kin, almost more than a firned at least my damn buddy, and at most my main man You bled the back that held you, even when I fell too I made sure to help you and now you show the tell-trues? I never bent at all, and I even meant it all And you? You were never a friend at all. (Such distance from our friends like a scratch across a lens, made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay, so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood) You were my friend for five years, after school light beers You made me fight fears that I couldn’t describe clear You dropped out of school when your mind was wiped clear an alcoholic pot head, while I was right here We kept the nights clear, talked so our pipes could hear About anything and everything, from laughs to to live’s tears Now it seems like light years, since my ears might hear The crack of pine needles and the snap of pine beer You stole my money, and then you made it seem funny That I couldn’t pay you back almost like I was running That was something that bothered me for years to come - I remember you screaming at one girl You stole any woman that I tried to date, broke any moment that I tried to be great, I’m tired of hate That’s why I’m about to make the phone call in a while cause even through the shit I still want to call you my pal. (Such distance from our friends like a scratch across a lens, made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay, so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood)
4.
Winter Songs 03:21
You’re the hatred that coursed through my veins Of course I’m pained and very angered I thought long and hard about heading back home I guess it’s bad form, but I didn’t, if I was wrong. Your degradation was my was my motivation no patience, just haste, and embracing my salvation scum between toes, between foes, between throes you should bleed slow as I lead poems against evil stretched phones to discuss your fate And the musk of pain was over all I had my plan and my father’s approval as God moved on, I became a man. Your face was on my plate, my brain replaced by hate As I played with your fate, laced to bait and replace I lived and breathed to give a little bit of shit to sieve shit till my father’s call said to forgive him You don't understand, you should never know How easy you are to need You don't understand, you should never know How easy you are to need You know better babe, you know better babe, Than to look at it, look at it like that. You know better babe, you know better babe, Than to talk to it, talk to it like that. My mind is constantly pacing, embracing, tasting, facing, escaping, Then it slows, and begins pulsating gravitate, meditate, what you slipped in Without my consent, your thoughts creep in How do I begin again, living life again? When what she is labeled is a brand of sin Lift your chin, embrace what you’ve got Fall down into a chain of want Not everything you know is what you were taught So why are we blinded when the line says start Expire the plant, you cannot have it My monsters have come, and will wreak havoc It’s been a long road, to consider it home I will die before your thoughts turn us to stone But until that day she flies away Into the gray And that’s where I’ll stay. You don't understand, you should never know How easy you are to need You don't understand, you should never know How easy you are to need You know better babe, you know better babe, Than to look at it, look at it like that. You know better babe, you know better babe, Than to talk to it, talk to it like that. Don't give it a hand, offer it a soul Honey, make this easy.
5.
I’m so confused, dazed and abused, laced with a ruse still wander my room for hours at a time just waiting for an excuse to call, to fall into your voice, this abyss, this escape from it's impossible, so i just list away in this place and as the party moves on, i still remain in place softly, caught weak talking but not all me, rock deep, but definitely not me you scare me, you're scary, scaring caring from parents, barely I’m barely there, I’m buried there, I tarry there for very fair mistress with lips red, kiss this, taste Blistex think fast, think back, think when and she's left, and she's dead dead to you, and ready to move, hands on the roof and heady and smooth but lil more than a tap, comes out when she's headed to move, and enters the move enters your mood, and fends for food, scavenging like a raven rude but you love it, you'd love it, love it and say its good can't break her, take her, say her name in peace again, its easy then but beating ends, when breathing ends, and easy ends aren't seeing when you're screaming in ------------------ round and round, round and round round and round, we go around round and round, round and round round and round, we still go around can't pick a place to stay, such a useless state of play i stay ingrained, stay in flames, and hope that i may grace the paint take me, paint me, slay me, praise me, hate me, face me, or just change me faze me, fake me, chase me, cage me, break me, or still hate me but still let the re-runs twist, in a television wish, hell of a vision that’s dissed in this distant risk is just in this, an image of her listening in glistening ends, look like death, look like death, likes look death looks like giving in isn't best, as you're only given the best of the best giving up means no thoughts, no end, and still no beginning just dwell in my room some more but i know that i still won't get it, yet I dwell on her, felt no hurt, just a fusion of confusion perusing the useless, viewing a two bit view of youth less uses of uselessness so leave me by the way side or lead me by the way right freeze me like the famed night but speak these lines that gave fright

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The other half of RRBT. A last ditch effort to feel human. A cry for help, in an intangible way. A look at life.

The album art is temporary, just like most discomforts. The album is real, like most dread.

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released September 24, 2017

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2bit Seattle, Washington

2bit hasn't had time to reinvent himself for college. He's been trying to talk with a British accent and a slight element of swagger to impress the ladies, but, let's face it; it hasn't been working.
So he goes back to his dismal room and makes new and unique music forms to release his frustration with all things frustrating.
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