1. |
No Brakes
03:43
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I see license plates from other towns
I'm driving on the 90 but I wanna turn around
I wanna go home
Spend some time where I was grown, I wanna
Move cities but I don't wanna be alone
If I wanna spend time away from my life
I'll drive to the lake in the middle of the night
I hear the sirens
And get pulled over for going
50 miles over
There are so many cracks if I was walking I would slip
The city has the money but they're not spending it
When you see a dying animal
Do you stop?
Or do you push on the pedal and watch its
Body rot
If I wanna spend time away from my life
I'll drive to the lake in the middle of the night
I hear the sirens
And get pulled over for going
50 miles over
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2. |
Wicked Game
03:55
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3. |
Chicago
04:00
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You made a mess
When I climbed in your bed
Whispered lies
to the pillow
beneath my head
You'd leave me alone
and go for a smoke
on the streets of Chicago
Now I'm sitting in a crowded room
Avoiding every thought of you
I took a walk outside,
and saw the stars in your eyes shoot through city skies
Play with my feelings
like a record on repeat
Make me love you before you hate me
and let me hold you before you leave me
Break my heart in Chicago
I swore I was telling the truth
when I said I didn't miss you
but your kisses were like pressed flowers
your pretty lips on mine
Wishing I could stay a few more hours til our bodies intertwined
Dizzy mornings and my perfume
Smoke the nights away underneath the summer moon
Play with my feelings
like a record on repeat
Make me love you before you hate me
and let me hold you before you leave me
Break my heart in Chicago
Setting fire to our lungs
Poems spoken through twisted tongues
My lips the paper
your mouth the pen
Play with my feelings
like a record on repeat
Make me love you before you hate me
and let me hold you before you leave me
Break my heart in Chicago
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4. |
Blue
04:20
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Ahh x4
Suppose I were to say
Suppose I were to say
Suppose I were to say
Suppose I were to say
That All I Want is to live
in the canyon in the seventies
Searching for something,
dreaming of a distant fantasy
Little Girl Blue I know you're unhappy too
I know you're unhappy too,
little girl...
Blue
Blue
My dad has a favorite color
and it might be different than my mother's
and I have
a favorite type of smoke
Blue
Blue
My dad has a favorite color
and it might be different than my mother's
and I have
a favorite type of smoke
My dad has a favorite color
and it might be different than my mother's
and I have
a favorite type of smoke
and I keep making bad jokes.
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Rose Bud Chicago, Illinois
Howdy.
I'm Rose Bud, a singer-songwriter, baby blue guitar playing, brutally honest lyricist. I've been told
I make music for crying or making out to.
Chicago.
BAD JOKES EP OUT NOW.
she/her.
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