Sync Different

Chorus:
Closet full of skeletons, (yeah!)
Pocket full of Benjamins, (aye!)
I’m stomping on ‘em like a elephant
They acting hard, I got ‘em shaking like they gelatin
(x2)

Verse:
Dressed in black, just like I’m gothic (eww!)
Stacking up the bands, I need them in my pocket (yeah!)
(uh) Fire under me just like a rocket (yeah!)
I keep the tool on me, just like a socket (aye!)
Stacking paper, office supplies
Monetize, make gains, go worldwide
Do big things, all the time
Hit the beat - HOMICIDE!

Chorus:
Closet full of skeletons, (yeah!)
Pocket full of Benjamins, (aye!)
I’m stomping on ‘em like a elephant
They acting hard, I got ‘em shaking like they gelatin
(x2)

I think my mind playing tricks on me
Oh I don’t know what’s real
Booo! Hahaha
We trickin, we trickin
Let’s go!!

Creepy boy, I been paranoid
Someone knocking at my door with a scary voice
All I feel is scared, All I see is ghosts
Monsters underneath my bed are getting close
This a real life nightmare, my blood pumpin
Face getting all bent like a pumpkin
All these masks around me got my mind running
Fears setting in so maybe I should hide or something

I think My mind playing tricks on me
I might be running from myself
Yo The voices say we in for a treat
Oh I don’t know what’s real…
They pop out BOOO boo BOOOO Booo
Make you lose your cool (lose your cool)
Can’t block out DOOM doom DOOM doom
I don’t know what is true
Ahhhh

I keep feeling like the boy cry wolf
Cuz every time I’m saying look.. it’s an invisible ghost
Yo everybody dressin up but I’m the real freak show
Yo People jumping out they skin when I’m in my normal-est clothes
Woah!
“Look mom a vampire”
All I see is zombies, I might be over tired
I’m wicked with the pranks but no I’m not a liar
It’s your unlucky day, sincerely Micheal Myers

I think My mind playing tricks on me
I might be running from myself
Yo The voices say we in for a treat
Oh I don’t know what’s real…

I want to be a butterfly

I have the disease of Modern Living
All too desperate and lonely
Hopping around, from one vagina to another
Looking for the real thing.

I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was
The kind of butterfly
Things would be better
Certainly better

Saying no it’s not a problem for me
You see, it never has been
My tragedy of all times
Is that I said yes, when I wanted to say no

I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was a kind of butterfly
Things would be better
Most certainly better

We just hoop and hoop to the next
And fuck again
Spreading all kinds of bacteria along the way
And all this in the name of love
In the name of love and I, of loneliness
Because if you fuck good enough
This time you might

never, never be lonely again

I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was a kind of

butterfly
Things would be better
Certainly better

There is a funny woman sitting across the bar from me
Twisting with her red hair and golden chain
She keeps on smiling
I don’t smile back
She stares at me perpetually


I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was a kind of butterfly
Things would be better
Most certainly better

If I was a kind of butterfly
Things would be better
I know, I know
Most certainly better

A butterfly…

We obey to the call
(Or) whatever, you name it
Day by day, door to door
There's a story crawling on
It's a journey, it's a song
And it drives us all along

We're the space ship men, oh oh
We're the space ship men

People walk on a ball
Live on a bullet
No one's bound to sweep the floor
Stop staring at your socks
We're the ever-aging scotch
Feeling dry and on a rock



We're the space ship men, oh oh
We're the space ship men
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DEAD OPERA STAR
I hope you'll forgive, I leave you tonight
I made my time, I'm saying goodbye
The show must go on, I feel so tired
I know it's a shame, but you will survive

I give my last breath, flee from the light
I must confess I had a good time
I'm hoping my songs will never die
Hoping they stay, a breeze in the night
Oh no,
A dead opera star
Oh no,
A dead opera star