Manic Pixie Dreams

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Manic Pixie Dreams is an EP about love, dating, crushing, sex, breaking up, and being single in the modern age. It was inspired by real life, lots of sad music, and the film trope, "manic pixie dream girl".

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released February 29, 2016

Beats by: DopeKidDanny and CashOnly
Lyrics and vocals: Faimkills
Executive Produced by: CashOnly and Faimkills

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Track Name: She's All That
Hey babe, you didn’t know my name
And that’s okay babe,
And you didn’t want to meet me for that first date
And you said you were tired of the same thing.

“Do you know what today is?”
I’m gonna sing it to you

She so spottieottiedopalicous
Pose for pictures, smoking swishers
She ain’t with no phony business
We been on them sushi dinners, sake bombs,
She’s my Six like Blossom on
I say, “whoa,” like Mya’s song
“love is like…” this when we lock lips
And I been on my Black & Mild
Acting wild, rapping vile
Listening to that Active Child I had to smile
With my eyes on her silhouette
My intentions to get you wet
Ended when we sat on the edge of your bed
Watching She’s All That
And she asked, “Am I a silly bet?”
And I been on my Freddie Prinze
The secrets that you tell
I’m holding you down
You know that I really kept
I know for nights that you really wept
And I’ve made mistakes that I do regret
In relationships but I don’t forget
I’m a better man you can bet on that
Never mind what them other dudes done to you
Never mind them other girls I been under too
I need something different, something new
Like 2 Chainz, something true
And you my religion, buy you a ring
Now you my tradition, and you sang
“You aint had it like this”
Your eyes glisten
You're everything that's in my vision

Now you’re the only song I sing
Now you're all I sing
Track Name: Hollywood 4ever (& never)
Young man, young man, girls with suntans, girls with the pale skin
Microphone in one hand
Flag in the other with a flower in my back pocket
Looking like a charming man listening to SPZRKT
So metaphysical
No, I ain’t religious though
My soul individual

The Lord is in our fingerprints
So when our fingertips touch
It’s so spiritual

Can I come over your house?
That’s so necessary
Leave your bra on the couch
So necessary
There’s so many fish in the sea
That’s so Pescatarian
But I’m a patient fisherman
And so I listen in
Fine-tune my antenna to your station
Looking out my spaceship
Your satellite is glistening
Nothing salacious
Just kissing in your kitchenette
You on my playlist
CD or tape cassette
Vintage valentine vinyl
Find you on the Internet
On an mp3 you’re a cyberspace cadet
When you get distant still chasing your silhouette
Slow it down Elroy, son cool the jets
Can I take you for some froyo?
Keep the dinero
No necessario
And if we get too close
Next time mas espacio
Yo, your boy got a lot of flow
Yo soy simpatico
Your body so magical
We so compatible
I’m stuck somewhere between the Valley and the Calico
But it’s all good cause

The Lord is in our fingerprints
So when we touch fingertips
It’s so spiritual
Trust the Subliminal

Sipping slow out the mason jars
Taking deep breaths pause like a space bar
Pinot Noir out the sippy straw
Sprawled out on the cemetery lawn
Watching Mulholland Drive
Lynchian love all up in my mind
Feel like I’ve known you all my life
In this fuzzy little headspace
Though we never said “date”
Your place the best case
Worst case being that we call it a night
Worked all week I’m too tired to drive
Might I sleep in your bed for one night?
Difference between us: a steak and a bread knife
I just want to hold you, just want to be held
I’ve been lonely as hell
You’ve been lonely as well
This temporary pleasure
Possess me beyond measure
I’m yours to sever the thread of this poorly-knit sweater
And whenever I get clever and think I can do better
I know I never will
I try my best to love like that girl from Troop Beverly Hills
I know Heaven is real
And I feel it cause

The Lord in our fingerprints
So when our fingertips touch
It’s so spiritual

I gave you my digits
And you hit me on the line
Telling me that I should roll through
Like "what we gon’ do"
"What you been going through?"
I know I'm awkward when I hold you
I thought I told you
This whole view, this road new
But I'm still walking in my old shoes
So if we should lay down
Just remember what I told you

The Lord is in our fingerprints
So when our fingertips touch
It’s so spiritual
The Lord is in our fingerprints
So when we touch fingertips
It’s so spiritual
Trust the subliminal
Track Name: Clementine
I’m always a season out of fashion
I’m running late
And you always acting like this never happened
Let me demonstrate, look
You’re jingling baby
Go head baby
LL Cool Faim smoking Js on some Bruce Wayne, baby
That’s a dark night in a lonely life
Heartbeats by the Knife
My future looking like Dirty Sprite
I’m a brooding boy
I’m so thoughtful
Need a manic pixie dream girl
I need to raise my self-esteem girl
A Regina George, maybe a mean girl
I want a choir girl turned riot grrl
Or a scene girl that like emo
Want a white girl with the white chucks
Sniffing white girl I'm tryna wife up she got the right stuff
She likes indie rap with an Atmosphere tat on her wrist
And she talk that shit

I want a still mind please don't steal mine
I need a steel mind please don’t love me
In real life, in real time
In real love, not this time
Please don’t love me

I know that you can’t give me that
All that sunshine

All those fun times
Almost love life
I’m becoming the type of person that I don’t like
Y'all know how I met her
Broke up got back together
Broke up again
Act like I ain't never met her
Need me Sidney Brown Sugar
If not, please, a Taraji P
We probably be watching Mulan and Pochantas
She sing Drake “Take a Shot for Me”
She don’t fuck wit the “Hotline Bling”
She think the lyrics too problematic
Turning me on with her feminism
Then she hit me with the acrobatics
Then she put on Katy Perry Prism

Met a girl in film school
Look like Carrie Brownstein
She can make me laugh
And she can write a song about me
She pop a Xan and I pop a Xan and we're fine
All that sunshine
Track Name: Victoria Legrand
I probably read too much into things
You probably don’t care what truth I bring
You do what you want now because you can
I do what’s smart for me
I do what’s right for me
And that’s just something that comes with age
Even if you don’t feel younger babe
But trust when you’re under me
Trust that I know the difference
Between fun and commitment
Fucking and friendship
I only know when I feel it
But when we're chilling it’s simple and I see it clearly
I know you like independence
But I’ve been free for a minute
Maybe I’m starting to think about that freedom ending
Maybe I caught myself slipping
Got in these feelings
But you’re living single
Already know what the deal is
Does “me and you” sound appealing?
Falling in love feels so foreign again
Want to get back to recording again
I been closed off wanna open again
Damn it girl, you got me smoking again
I know you’re leaving
I know you need to, I get that
I cannot stress that
I should be focused on making this money to stretch that
Making this money to stretch that
Oh, Oh

I know the secrets you keep from me
I know things we can never speak
Silence is golden
Listen to “Chosen”
Watching Blood Orange
That left me frozen
Trouble I know she gets into it
Yeah she get it popping like bubble wrap
She let me puff on her cigarette
She said "When I leave, I ain’t coming back."
What I can do?
Man you already know
Jammin that UMO
She like a UFO
All out this world
All out this world
And for right now
She my favorite girl
So don’t keep me waiting too long
Don’t keep me waiting too long
Love like I’m making a song
Love it when you sing a long
Pushing them keys and you playing guitar
Where are we headed with this?
Where is your head in this?
Did I miss my cue?
Timing was never my thing
Should I come visit you
All out the blue
Would that mean something to you?
Hide behind cool
I could just lie about everything
Honestly, hate that you mean anything to me
Fuck this shit I can’t wait till you leave
Track Name: Baggage Claim
I hate the way you call me Adam
Our conversations full of sarcasm
Orgasms like couture fashion
You can still make my heart spasm

Same feelings on a different couch
Pour the red blend and air it out
Watch the words dripping out your mouth
Watch the words dripping out my mouth

We’re getting drunk at the airport
And we don’t know what to do with ourselves
Cheers with the beers and mimosas
Every layover a little less sober
We board the plane and we order
A couple whiskey and sodas
Mulling it over
Helplessly stare at each other
I couldn’t could have me another
Sweet California
You rolled off my tongue like a remedy
That’s when the damage was done like a memory
I need week of recovery
Silly for thinking that you’re still the one for me
Spun like our luggage laid up on a carousel
Round and round
Dance around us
Need an answer
But damn we just touched the ground
Ghosts they just float around
Smirking and flirting and panicking
Oh, what a tragedy
I don’t want to say goodbye
I don’t want to say goodbye, no

We made an art of it
I hate the way you call me Adam
Oh, what a tragedy
Our conversations full of sarcasm
We made an art of it
Orgasms like couture fashion
Oh, what a tragedy
You can still make my heart spasm

Same feelings on a different couch
Pour the red blend we can air it out
Watch the words dripping out your mouth
Watch the words dripping out my mouth

Smiles and laughs on this flight back home
Are we up in the Twilight Zone?
I can’t leave well enough alone
Are you really happy? I don’t know
Nightmare at 20,000 feet
Am I seeing things? Think it might be me
You’ve always seemed just like a dream
Listening to that Lykke Li
I Never Learn
This a stone can’t be left unturned
I’m always searching for the perfect word
That’s the only thing that you deserve
Stuck somewhere between proper grammar and slang
Amorous names
Stammered exchange
I’m still waiting at the baggage claim
Track Name: Princess Anne Rd.
We’d wake up, we‘d miss class
I’d hold you, I miss that
Your sidekick ringtone, we’d sing that
"When You Were Young" by The Killers
I made a promise but broke it and you were Ciara
Like Future I’m honest now
Wish I had our love locked down
Wish I had our love locked down
But now you're losing me
So good at losing me
Abusing drugs and you know they abusing me
Craving your touch, you want nothing to do with me
Take of your clothes, you can keep on your jewelry
Then, there goes the pain again
There goes the shame the awkward goodbye
Can't remember her name again
I am so high can't remember what day it is.
I can't remember what day it is
Let’s see, that was on Monday
We stayed up until Tuesday
Praying for Sunday
Burning sage on a Wednesday
'Cause the New Year was Thursday
I want it in the worst way
Never mind what your friends say
I want it the worst way
Never mind what your friends say
I want it the worst way
Tell me
When did you fall out of love with me?
Tell me
When did they become your everything?
Tell me
When did they become your everything?
Tell me
When were you planning on telling me?
Tell me
(I've been lonely for a long, long time)

You’re like a cut on my knuckle
You keep on opening
When I wipe my hands and ball my fist
I see these tats on my wrist
Still that old feeling resurfaces
Scars become permanent
Just when the wound started healing
The scab was peeling
You ripped it off of my skin
You found a dog to lick all of that salt off your skin
I've been sacrilgious
I’m Hester Prynne
I wear your scarlet letter
I bear the harshest weather
Whether you let me in
I’m still blowing in the wind
I’m still blowing in the wind
Even when patience is thin
I take a second to settle
In front of these Puritans
All of these heretics
I been a lunatic
I'm on the fringe and I feel like im losing it
Track Name: Black Dove
I’m on my own again
I’m on my own again
I love the freedom

What would you like me to say?
What songs would you like me to play?
I tried as long as I could
But I cannot stay away
From all the games that you play
And I’m back so reluctantly
Back 'cause there's nothing that's better in front of me
Even if you aren’t in love with me
Just as long as you touching me
Don’t have to look at me lovingly
I just put up with you
You ain't the one for me
But I'll pretend like it when you are under me
You love the luxury but you lost your luster to me
You are not heaven sent
I should repent
Look at the money I spent
Those were three friends that I bent
I keep my heart in my mouth
You confuse it for my tongue
Bite down and rip it out

I’m in love with another man’s girls
With another man’s
And she used to be mine
The other man’s girl
She used to be mine
The other man’s girl

I'm gonna call
You gon' come over
It’s right around midnight
And I'm burning the oil
And my nerves start to coil
And my blood starts to boil
I'm the salt of the earth
I'm the dirt in the soil
The black dove on your loin
I've been hurt and disloyal
And I'm hurting my loyal
(Probably need me a lawyer)
I've got nothing for you
And the guilt will destroy you
Baby, I'm a destroyer
Lover, I'm no good for you
Blankest expressions
Anxious confessions
In the blankets undressing
Now your ankles are pressed
Up against my chest
I’m erect and a wreck
I’m on my own again
I’m on my own again
I love the freedom

I’m in love with another man’s girls
With another man’s
And she used to be mine
The other man’s girl
She used to be mine
The other man’s girl

And when the red light sways in the night wind
There’s no telling when this nightmare might end

(I fell asleep in the flowers. I fell in deeply for hours.)