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Three Days In The Desert

by Faimkills

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1.
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.
2.
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
3.
Magic (Portishead) (free) 03:12
(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
4.
You Win (Beach House) (free) 03:10
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?
5.
Suicide (Air) (free) 02:35
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.
6.
Smile (Miike Snow) (free) 02:10
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.
7.
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)

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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 January 10, 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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