Three Days In The Desert

by Faimkills

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Three Days In The Desert is about a love that haunts the Polo Grounds of Coachella Music and Arts Festival.

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released 10 January 2012
I rapped over songs by Death From Above 1979, LCD Soundsystem, Portishead, Beach House, Air, Miike Snow, and Yeah Yeah Yeahs.

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Track Name: Turnt (Death From Above 1979)
Rossi got me turnt
Sangria in my red cup
Light that motherfucking fire
Better call that red truck
Bitch, we getting sky high
Might wanna lift your head up
When you in them black clouds
You might get your head fucked
Spitting that picture perfect flow
Bitch, I got that Nikon
Bitch, give me that stupid head
Call me 50 Tyson
I'm enticing these light-skinned
Bitches when my mic's on
Listening to "Suedehead"
Fuck riding your new wave
Trillest motherfucker that you ever seen shoegaze
I think he need some water, boy
Call him Bobby Boucher
Been high for two days
LL Cool J in a toupe
Bitch, I need amore
Like my name was Touche

Yeah,
We're getting turnt out this motherfucker
Weed smoke getting burnt out this motherfucker

Let's listen to Odd Future
Burn shit, kill people and fuck schools up
For the purpose of nothing else but to look cool
That could be cool but I don't listen to horrorcore

Yeah,
We're getting turnt out this motherfucker
Weed smoke getting burnt out this motherfucker

I'm a walking metaphor
for the Hip-Hop and Post-Hardcore that I adore

Yeah,
We're getting turnt out this motherfucker
Weed smoke getting burnt out this motherfucker

Specialize in identity politics
While you take all the culture that your fed
And swallow it up

Yeah,
We're getting turnt out this motherfucker
Weed smoke getting burnt out this motherfucker

But I'm no fucking hipster
Fuck all you hipsters
I'm no fucking hipster
What the fuck is a hipster?

Fuck all you white people
Fuck all you black people
Fuck all you Mexicans
Fuck all you immigrants
Fuck all you homophobes, faggots and lesbians
Fuck all you addicts
Fuck you if you're straight-edge
Fuck all the fast-food
Fuck vegetarians
Fuck all the Christians
Fuck all the atheists
I fucked myself I'm a makeshift patriot
Fuck this I lent that ho some cash to by Filet-o-fish
I'm laying in my bed
I'm reading Balzac
That bitch give me some head
She on my ball sack
She hit the ringtone but I don't ever call back
Fuck bitches, get money
That's what you call rap.
Track Name: Faimthrills (LCD Soundsystem)
Faim
Rapping that hipster shit
Yall get a taste of this hipster dick
I already told you
I'm a rap-Nazi
Straight from that Berdoo
Hood-figure Posse
She crash in my bed drunk that's kamikaze
Listening to Waka Flocka Flame
Call me Fozzy
Shitting on you punk bitches
Who gon' stop me?
Dont' tell me what to do
Cerebral Ballzy
These virgin ass rappers
Thinking they pilots
But that's not what I thought
Silence that fly talk
Stoned like a diamond
Black Cloud higher than the tires on a fighter jet
Ho, what you sippin on?
Oh that's that Heineken
Fuck that shit, bitch, Pabst Blue Ribbon
Yes I'm going izzin and no you isn't
These bars that I'm spitting is a prison that you live in

Faim thrills and I fuck shit up
My name is Faimkills I came to fuck shit up

Take me to Silverlake
Buy me some cocaine
I'm in the IE
Plucking guitar strings
Yes I'm that cat with a Fender Strat in Spirit Fangs
And yeah I rap, Black Cloud that be the lyric gang
A sweet life like a kid in a candy store
I'm out in Echo Park chillin with What Hands Are For
We're at the Gold Room
We're at the Short Stop
We're drinking more brews
We're taking more shots
Tell the DJ play Rozay
Blood rushing to my head
I think I'm Coldplay
I think I'm Danny Brown
I rap and look gay
I dream of being in a white girl four way
No foreplay when I lay on Kreayshhawn
And tan V-Nasty when my brown dick spray on
Listening to Webbie
While I try to find the g-spot on Lil' Debbie
Bussin like a Rorschach ink blot

Faim thrills and I fuck shit up
My name is Faimkills I came to fuck shit up
Track Name: Magic (Portishead)
(intro)
Hey, I've been watching you all weekend. I saw you dancing at the Sahara tent all night on Saturday. Listen, I know the weekend is almost over but I got a room at the Ace Hotel. Why don't you come over to my place later. I'll put on some Portishead and we can just...

Freak your whole brain slow
Mind like Criss Angel
Plus I'm David Blaine ho
Coming from the left-field
Loaded like the bases
Alphabet serial-killer and a rapist
John Wayne Gacy
I think my dick is racist
Call me John Mayer
Jon Bon Jovi
Living on a prayer
Fucking a desperate housewife
William H. Macy
That's what you should call me
Chilling under palm-trees
While naked bitches swim
And we listen to Earl Simmons
And I'm spitting raps like Jadakiss
To a bitch who looks like Jada Pinkett-Smith
What you haters think of this?
I'm Crystal Lake sipping
I Ed Scissor the 40s
Chainsaw your face in like Jason
Word to the Hockey-Masked Haitian
I need four of these Lark Voorhies
To participate in orgies

It's like magic
Baby I'm like magic
I pull a disappearing act
Baby so stand back

My motive
Leave yall with a votive of black roses
Death to yall while these hoes is
All up on this old dick
My bros spit the coldest
Proses and you know this
Poet plus an author graduated to a Moses
Put the chisel to the stone
But it's he who wrote it
I am but an instrument
Killing all you bystanders innocent
Wrong place, wrong time that is no coincidence
So in a sense
These violent incidents leave you in suspense
Yall hanging from my words like a paragraph indented
And did I mention I
Never fuck her on her period
I guess that I'm
A run-on sentence
And fuck your fashion sense
My style is like that of a Third Reich enthusiast
Who's catching his third strike
But I'm trying to be like Spike Lee
And do the right thing
On the polo grounds
Coming down on the end of the third night

It's like magic
Baby I'm like magic
I pull a disappearing act
Baby so stand back
Track Name: You Win (Beach House)
You win
And you win
You win
Hey, hey
You win
and you win
And you win
Oh
You win, I guess you win

I'm staring in the mirror
Like what you want from me
All I wanted was a little bit of company
But I'm tripping
This threesome just isn't fun for me
Just in my bed and misery's in front of me
Their touching me
I touch them back and bend them over
We're in the background
If you find some more then send them over
I am no tender lover
Tending bar dead sober
Waiting for last call
Which girls is left over
She's getting slept over

And when you're out there having fun
With you friends getting drunk
I hope that I was on your mind
And I fucked your night up
When I was out there having fun
With my friends getting drunk
Just know that you were on my mind
But I fucked it all up

And I know I don't need it
But I was just feeling defeated
And I know I shouldn't feed it
This feeling
I'm dealing
I wouldn't dare repeat it
Even if I could I wouldn't repeat it
I know it's wrong but I just want to make you jealous
Rub you the wrong way make your heart turn calloused
It doesn't matter
I mean really what's it to you?
Because you've got that new motherfucker
I guess I'm just old news, huh?

And when you're out there having fun
With you friends getting drunk
I hope that I was on your mind
And I fucked your night up
When I was out there having fun
With my friends getting drunk
Just know that you were on my mind
But I fucked it all up

You win
And you win
You win
Hey, hey

I need to stop writing these love songs
When will I wake up
And realize that love is gone?

Won't you please save my life tonight?
Someone please take me out tonight?
Track Name: Suicide (Air)
On a cool night we pitched a tent
And in the morning look what Heaven sent
You to me
100 degrees
In a valley where the music made us feel so free
Put our thoughts at ease
The juice was worth the squeeze
Spent a paycheck on that trip
I lay my head in your lap take in the whole scene
The mountains melt into the sky
I see the palm trees
Stare at the stars at night
It was just you and me
It was just you and me

Amongst thousands of strangers
Maybe our love just stayed there
It died it still lays there
It only comes alive when our favorite bands play there
Look at me
Swimming in nostalgia
These memories haunt us
Bittersweet, bittersweet
Just like a symphony
Thinking of simpler times I'm wishing that I was 18
Living a teen dream
Listen to Beach House
Smoking that green
Now all I do on the weekends is drink
Listen to House of Balloons and I think
I still check on you daily
Your Facebook, your Twitter, that shit drives me crazy
Plus your number in my phone it still says "Baby"
I'm waiting for a text or a call
But I never hear from you at all
Close my eyes the dark swallows me whole
Listening to our favorite songs
I spray your scent around the room
I'm like the bottle almost gone
I feel my body turning blue
I'm like the bottle almost gone
I feel my body turning blue

There's a lonely spider crawling across my ceiling
I guess he's my only friend I'm starting to lose feeling
Just remember
I played you "Play Crack the Sky" and "Everlong"
Remember the very first time
Remember it all now that our love is gone
I played you "Play Crack the Sky" and "Everlong"
Remember the very first time
Remember it all now that our love is gone
The virgin committed suicide.
Track Name: Smile (Miike Snow)
You draw the line and I crossed it
You traced the steps that I walked
You became a habit like living
Took you for granted
I'm sinning
Kept waiting for you to come around
Kept hoping in me your love was found
So what, is he your man now?
All of a sudden you aint a fan now?
And I'm sorry it didn't pan out
The way we planned out
Searching for gold
That silver-lining you found it got old
So here's your key back
I see I won't be needing that
But they say that when one door closes
That's when another opens
But I never thought I'd see the day I look at your face
Like, "Yeah, that's my old chick"
Yeah that's my old chick but you should know
I remember making love in every hotel
I remember every second we spent at Coachella
We were in love aint shit they could tell us
I was once a lover but now I'm just jealous
I'm weak, I gave in
I sleep for days in
I've seen a picture of you kissing that fool
It's a shame he's probably got shitty taste in music

So lose me
A good thing
Get lost
Mood swings
Do I love you or hate you?
Don't know exactly what I should sing
All I know is I'm tired of the same thing
Saying goodbye
No telling what this could bring
It even hurts when I sleep
How can you hurt me in my dreams?

And then I think too much
And when I think too much
I drink too much
And when I drink too much
Don't think enough
And then I wake up in the morning and I hate my guts

Leaves turn colors and I change shapes

Smile, sometimes all you can do is smile.
Track Name: Sweet (Yeah Yeah Yeahs)
You're sweet
With a fickle heart
Pick apart the pieces of my brittle heart
Get smart
Diss me
Miss me
But I am simply not equipped to carry on with this infancy
Pretend to be my lover
No energy to be your enemy

Just gained an ex-lover
Just lost a best friend
I was your best bet
But you went with less than
Now I can care less
Trying to trick yourself into something else
You put my love on the shelf
Collecting dust this is bad for my health
Everything's a reminder
I always wore your scarlet letter
You never let me take it off
But it never made you feel better
Our history erased like I never saw your face
Never learned your secrets
I never knew your love
Like I never knew your grace

And I can tell you that I'm not hurt
When you know I really am
And you can tell me all your soft words
But I won't give a damn
And I can tell you that I'm not hurt
When you know I really am
And you can tell me all your soft words
But I won't give a damn
Funny you always thought you were so weak
But I always knew you were strong enough to hurt me
We've been through this long enough
Oh, Sugar, please
Your gonna make me hurt my teeth
Make them all fall out
Make them fill up with cavities

You know how I do
Without you everything isn't meaningless
But without you everything just means a little less
You know how I do
Without you everything ain't meaningless
But without you everything just means a little less

Sweet
You're so sweet
I want to tear you apart
With my teeth
Please
Why are you making this hard?
Sweet
You're so sweet
I want to tear you apart
With my teeth
Sweetheart, why are you making this hard

(You've got a sweet tooth
tried to bake a cake and eat it to
But it doesn't work that way
You can't have it both ways)