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Three Internet Producers Align for Supergroup

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Formed under mysterious circumstances in the shadowy corners of the internet, not much is officially known about OCD. Some say they met “backstage” at a URL show while others insist they are a sleeper cell activated after the conclusion of an obscure reality game buried deep within YouTube’s archives. What we do know is that the mysterious cabal of producers is comprised of rising musicians Himera, Murder Club and Cole Longanecker, and they’re just about ready to unleash their creation into the world.

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Their debut EP as OCD, Alignment, is almost upon us (out May 9th to be exact) and the trio was kind enough to give us a taste of what to expect with their first track off the release, “Confirmed.” Full of heavily filtered breaks, booming kicks and ominous synths, “Confirmed” feels like the soundtrack to a rave thrown on the dark web. Sounding like a cross between Special Request and Amnesia Scanner if the two grew up on a diet of Soundcloud and deviantArt, the track straddles the line between being experimental and club viable. It may just be the beginning for OCD, but they already have us excited for more.

Ahead of the PAPER premiere of “Confirmed” and the trio’s debut at Club Cringe tonight alongside umru, Dorian Electra, Machine Girl, Kane West, Juliana Huxtable and more, we caught up with the members of OCD to find out what they are all about and get the low down on their new EP, Alignment.

How did you all first meet?

Himera: Oliver was always part of the same circle of Soundcloud producers that I’m friends with, but I never really talked to him until Cole forced us into a groupchat to work on visuals for his first EP.

Murder Club: I first met Cole after stumbling across his Laura Les remix late 2018, and later asking him to play a set at this bi-monthly URL event I used to run (Which also led me to becoming mutuals with Himera.) For about half a year after that we didn’t talk much until Cole asked me to make him a few videos for his upcoming release with art direction/design from Himera, he added me to a group chat and we just evolved into a team/group from there and never really stopped talking.

Cole Longanecker: Last summer I commissioned Himera to make artwork for my first EP, and then I commissioned Oliver to make music videos. Oliver made a group chat so we could all talk about it, and we just never stopped talking. I think they both randomly found me on Soundcloud or Twitter.

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Why “OCD”?

OCD: “OCD” is an acronym for our names: Oliver (Murder Club), Cole (Cole Longanecker), Dan (Himera). Cole also has OCD, so the name feels oddly fitting and personal in a sense.

​How would you best describe your sound?

Himera: It’s really a direct reflection of anything we all find inspiring at any given moment. We send music and art to each other all the time and draw inspiration from any weird shit we see on Instagram or find in the deepest crevices of Soundcloud.

Murder Club: Personally my section of the sound comes from really just emulating anything I am listening to at the time, so when Cole or Himera send a demo to work on and I listen to it on repeat, I will end up making something OCD worthy alongside it.

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Logic – OCD Lyrics

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[Chorus: Dwn2Earth]
In the field ballin’ with the team (With the team)
Oh, yeah
In the field ballin’ with the team
OCD ’cause I’m ridin’ so clean
Old school whips, seein’ new things
Rollin’ up, got a few flamed
New Prada shoes, no shoestrings
Closet full of kicks like Liu Kang
We was just dreamers
Smokin’ litas
On the low rollin’ weed up
Now they see us
In that drop-top Beamer (Skrrt, skrrt)
Feel like ODP feeling OCD

[Post-Chorus: Dwn2Earth]
Out this universe, D.C
Goin’ so hard, make it look easy
Put the squad, zone 3
We so cold, wrist on freeze
Roll it up for me, get high
If you feel me, put your hands to the sky (Hands to the sky)
Break it down, roll it up for me, get high
Nothin’ else matters up until the day I die
Wanna move my loved ones out the South Side
If you look up you might see us in the sky (Sky so high)
If you look up you might see us in the sky (In the sky)

[Verse 1: Logic]
Time is undefeated, in the end it beats us all
My daddy, my momma, myself, we all destined to fall
Currently, the most important thing within my life is balance
I ain’t talkin’ commas and zeros or monetary
Talkin’ self-worth, put yourself first
Don’t worry ’bout the worst
But when you in this position, it’s hard to make selfish decisions
Got enough bread, I’ma eat, but what about the rest my team?
They good and all, but I mean
If disappeared from the scene, then what’s gon’ happen?
What’s gon’ happen?
In a hotel writin’ rhymes before I headline in a festival
But all that’s runnin’ through my mind is bottom lines and decimals
So focused on the brand sometimes forget about the Man
Reflectin’ in the mirror with this pen in his hand
99 percent of these people will never understand
Supply and demand
‘Cause I’m in the public eye, they think they know who I am

[Chorus: Dwn2Earth]
In the field ballin’ with the team (With the team)
Oh, yeah
In the field ballin’ with the team
OCD ’cause I’m ridin’ so clean
Old school whips, seein’ new things
Rollin’ up, got a few flamed
New Prada shoes, no shoestrings
Closet full of kicks like Liu Kang
We was just dreamers
Smokin’ litas
On the low rollin’ weed up
Now they see us
In that drop-top Beamer (Skrrt, skrrt)
Feel like ODP feeling OCD

[Verse 2: Logic]
“Oh, shit, it’s Logic! Can I have a picture?” They don’t give a damn
Soon as they see me, they clench the device that’s in they hand
Don’t even say hello, more like, “Can I get one for the ‘Gram?”
That’s when I be like, “Fuck no, but you can shake my hand
Let’s have a conversation, talk about life man-to-man
You disappointed, I can read your body language like a paragraph”
“Logic, yeah, that’s cool and all, but I’d much prefer a photograph
I mean, can I have a photograph?”
Goddamn, all these people nowadays are so unusual
They’d rather snap a pic with you to go get more likes than usual
Than have a conversation, back in the basement with no placement
Couldn’t ever fathom talkin’ to my favorite rapper that way
I’m just an entity, my DNA not my identity
Findin’ serenity, become a better man, I better be
For the child and my baby momma
Stummy, never crummy
We can make bread, tryna be the greatest, that shit been dead
I’m tryna be the happiest that I can be instead
I’m tryna get ahead like a fetus, money don’t complete us
Or defeat us, it can lead us to depression
Bein’ rich is not a blessin’, fame is not a blessin’
Wasn’t ’til I was rich and famous I learned that lesson
What’s the meanin’ of life?
To live it, what I’m guessin’, yeah

[Chorus: Dwn2Earth]
In the field ballin’ with the team (With the team)
Oh, yeah
In the field ballin’ with the team
OCD ’cause I’m ridin’ so clean
Old school whips, seein’ new things
Rollin’ up, got a few flamed
New Prada shoes, no shoestrings
Closet full of kicks like Liu Kang
We was just dreamers
Smokin’ litas
On the low rollin’ weed up
Now they see us
In that drop-top Beamer (Skrrt, skrrt)
Feel like ODP feeling OCD

[Outro: Thalia]
Social media may cause depression

Charli XCX – Official Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Hard to read, you could be OCD
You could be bad for me, you could say anything
Sometimes I get a bit TMI, little bit scared of heights
Little afraid to say
You know the things that make me smile
The face I make before my tears fall down
The things that I feel when you’re acting suspicious
You know the place I run to hide
I take my problems there to work ’em out

[Chorus]
The things that I say when you don’t wanna listen
Things that you say when I make bad decisions
Things that we do by the sink in my kitchen
I remember our first date
No chocolate and no bouquet
But the way that you kissed me
These are the things that could make us official

[Verse 2]
Look at us, isn’t it obvious?
Is it so dangerous? Is it so complicated?
You know the shapes my body makes
Under the sheets at 4 AM with you
The things that we break when we’re switchin’ positions
You know the words to my mistakes
You understand because you made ’em too

[Chorus]
The things that I say when you don’t wanna listen
Things that you say when I make bad decisions
Things that we do by the sink in my kitchen
I remember our first date
No chocolate and no bouquet
But the way that you kissed me
These are the things that could make us official

[Bridge]
All of the things that we sometimes forget
All of the dreams that you put in my head
I’m still asleep, but there’s breakfast in bed
These are the things that could make us official
Maybe the sky might not always be blue
All of my wishes will never come true
It doesn’t matter ’cause I’m here with you
This stuff could make us official
So tell all your friends ’cause we’re goin’ official

[Chorus]
Things that you say when I make bad decisions
Things that we do by the sink in my kitchen
I remember our first date
No chocolate and no bouquet
But the way that you kissed me
These are the things that could make us official
These are the things that could make us official
These are the things that could make us official
I remember our first date
No chocolate and no bouquet
But the way that you kissed me
These are the things that could make us official

Witt Lowry – Nevers Road Lyrics

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Play this song

[Verse]
Yeah, I think about it quite often, I wonder if you can hear me
Sometimes I pick up on signs that you sent to show that you’re near me
Sometimes I think about life after death and question the theories
I miss your smile and your voice, I still remember it clearly
I wrote a song called “Last Letter,” I put the volume on max
I wonder if you look down on my life and get a good laugh
And then tell Grandma and the others that you’re proud you’re my Dad
I wish I’d cherished every single fuckin’ moment we had
Now it’s too late, so many things I wish I said, just never had time to say
How can you feel so close from a million miles away?
It’s crazy what can change in a year, a month, or a day
I know I’m flawed and so “perfect” is somethin’ I never claim
They say, “The strongest storms show the strongest roots”
I always knew that one lie could change a hundred truths
I always cherished when you told me, “I believe in you”
I hope that you can forgive me for how I treated you
Thinkin’ back, I blamed you for all of my fuckin’ demons
You drank another bottle, could never fathom the reasons
It took too long to get you the help that you really needed
One day when I win a Grammy, I hold it up, so you see it
I promise, I know you know I’m a man of my word
Lately feelin’ less and less adapted to handling hurt
Actin’ like they know my fuckin’ life ’cause they’re fans of my work
Others are nice to get what they want ’cause they’re fans of my worth
Can’t tell the real from the fake, can’t tell the fake from the real
Broken and empty inside, told me in time I would heal
OCD wreckin’ my brain, I don’t want nothin’ the same
Dropped the whole album at once, write it all over again
Write it all over again, write it all over again
Feel like I’m goin’ insane, want to feel good for a change
I keep ignorin’ the pain, there is nobody to blame
Tell me they love me for me, then they throw dirt on my name, damn
“The darkest nights make the brightest stars”
I tell myself that every time I feel like life gets hard
We’ve come a long fuckin’ way since our “Kindest Regards”
And still I feel like my whole life is just waitin’ to start
I could’ve lost it all in that crash, the lights flash
It’s feelin’ like something’s jabbed in my back
The car’s spinnin’, my whole body’s cut and covered in glass
And when we stop, I see my stomach slowly turnin’ to black
That made me realize my whole life is truly fragile at best
Sometimes I stress until I physically feel pain in my chest
I ruminate, that’s like my mind is always stuck on reset
I heard my Grandma’s fightin’ cancer, Mom just sent me a text
I know we always butted heads and never saw eye-to-eye
But at this rate, I’ve seen too many in my family die
Apologize for holding grudges, such a waste of my time
So I just wanna say “I love you” while you’re here and alive
Some people don’t know the difference of being human and human-being
I’m only lettin’ things inside my life, now they give it meaning
I’m only lettin’ things inside my mind, now they keep me dreaming
I’m only lettin’ things inside my heart, now they keep it beating
That’s real
Yeah

[Outro]
Dan told me, “Jump on this beat and let it all spill”
I wonder if I lost it all if they would call still
Some people tend to forget, but I know we all feel
I put my soul on display and that’s what they call “real”
Stop holdin’ on, if it’s holding you back, then let it go
Your grass will always be the greenest if you let it grow
They said I’ll never be anything, guess you never know
No matter how far we’d go, we started at Nevers Road
Nevers Road

Lil Baby – Section 8 Lyrics

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[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Baby]
Went and copped the new plain jane (Plain jane)
Didn’t like it, I bust down (Bust down)
I finesse for another check (Damn)
Hit the bros and we bust down (Bust down)
Now I got my whole ‘partments winning
We got all type of cars, and they ain’t rented (No)
We ain’t cuffin’ no broads, we got plenty (No)
We ain’t taking no bars, we be sippin’ (No)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
We got them foreigns outside of the ‘partment
Look like a dealership (Look like a dealership)
Heard he got caught but he just got off
I don’t want no dealings with him (Don’t want no dealings with him)
He just want clout and he don’t want problems
He ain’t no real killer (He ain’t no real killer)
I don’t entertain him, I know we dangerous
I hang with drug dealers (And some real killers), yeah
Hit that lil’ bitch at the spot and I made her feel like we was at the Intercontinental
We workin’, we ridin’ in rentals
We don’t drive the car, ’cause that draw too much attention
My lil’ homie swang the AR, like a guitar
He ain’t never took a picture
Wherever we go, we go hard, they know who we are
Got ’em stoppin’, takin’ pictures

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I parked the Lam’ in the front of this house, though
(I parked the Lam’ in the front of this house, though)
Everything handled, I’m blockin’ ’em out, no
(Everything handled, I’m blockin’ ’em out, no)
Yes, yes, baguettes inside of my eyes, ho
I hop in a foreign everywhere I go, I don’t ride in no Tahoe
Trap spot, sprawled out, sittin’ in front of the back with the whoa
Lot of ammo, oh, I can go to war with the president though
Money hella mold, I want some Louis with some Backwood to roll
I put these racks up to my eyes and they land at my knees, knees, knees
I put the TEC to your rib ’cause I’m havin’ real OCD
I know she be in her feelings when I wipe my dick off and leave
Everyone ’round me got killers and they runnin’ ’round and sippin’ lean
‘Bout to put my dick inside some kidneys and I put some scratches on her knees
I’ma cop 20 Plain Janes, yeah, and I’m passin’ ’em right around (Passin’ it ’round)
Gon’ regret bein’ a gang-banger, yeah, and I took it around the town (Take it ’round the town)
Cuban link big as Wu-Tang, yeah, yeah (Cuban link big as Wu-Tang, yeah)
I’m the new Tity 2 Chainz, yeah, yeah, yeah (I’m the new Tity 2 Chainz, yeah)
Got her whippin’ the Mulsanne (Yeah, yeah)
She done re’d up with new chains (Yeah, yeah)
I been movin’ ’em nuisance (Yeah, yeah)
Turn ’em on to the food chain (Yeah)
Bad Balenci’s, a few stains (Yeah, yeah)
Got baguettes by the bouquet
They compare me with Wu-Tang (Yeah, yeah)
Buy a Benz for the boo thang (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo, Wheezy outta here)
We turned a Section 8 ‘partment to a condo
(Section 8 ‘partment to a condo)
We got them hoes runnin’ in and out
We got them bags runnin’ in and out
Plug on the way, we ain’t seen a drought
Addicted to Percs, we ain’t runnin’ out

Fabolous & Jadakiss – Soul Food (At Vevo) (Live)

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[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
Yeah, but it’s all for my family
The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys
I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all
In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…

[Interlude: Jadakiss]
You see?
Without hope, it ain’t nothing
HA-HAAAEEH!
I like this shit, you should love it
(Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
And nah, I ain’t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh)
Whoever you look up to, ask ’em, I’m a real G (ask ’em)
As far as this rap shit go, I got realty
Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki
And I ain’t tryna play you, I’m tryna give you the real me (nah)
Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B
The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy
I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
(POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…

Fabolous & Jadakiss – Soul Food

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[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
Yeah, but it’s all for my family
The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys
I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all
In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…

[Interlude: Jadakiss]
You see?
Without hope, it ain’t nothing
HA-HAAAEEH!
I like this shit, you should love it
(Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
And nah, I ain’t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh)
Whoever you look up to, ask ’em, I’m a real G (ask ’em)
As far as this rap shit go, I got realty
Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki
And I ain’t tryna play you, I’m tryna give you the real me (nah)
Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B
The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy
I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
(POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…

NATALIA KILLS – Controversy lyrics

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Controversy, uh huh (x 8)

Cheerleaders
Wet panties
Drug dealers
Porn addicts
Underage
Underpaid
Fuck you for a McDonald’s

Narcotic
Don’t stop it
All the girls are friends with Molly
Dilated
X-rated
Pageant princess
Puking rainbows

Drink the Kool-Aid, Don’t drink the Kool-Aid (x 8)

Controversy, uh huh (x 4)

Teen brides
White Lines
Politicians
Headlines
Prom queens
STDs
Highschool shoot outs
Dirty dreams

Cult leaders
Cowboy preachers
Blame it on the non-believers
Therapists
Sedatives
Visiting hours are 10 to 6

Drink the Kool-Aid, Don’t drink the Kool-Aid (x 8)

Controversy, uh huh (x 4)

Peer pressure
Sex obsession
Television
Intervention
Cotton mouth
OCD
Ricky Lake
Society

Bath salts
Authority
Online is the new reality
The internet is reality
Technology killed reality

Drink the Kool-Aid, Don’t drink the Kool-Aid (x 8)

Controversy, uh huh (x 4)

Bloody noses
Riot squad
Prostitution
Valium
Hate crimes
Debutants
Victims
Vixens
Vicodins

Bloody noses
Riot squad
Prostitution
Valium
Hate crimes
Debutants
Victims
Vixens
Vicodins

What the f*ck you lookin’ at?
This ain’t high school n*gger cat
Looking down my shirt like it’s Disneyland
Like you’re waiting for a fast pass

What the f*ck you lookin’ at?
What the f*ck you lookin’ at?
What the f*ck you lookin’ at?
What the f*ck.

Controversy, uh huh (x 8)

Adam Lambert – Two Fux (Lyric Video)

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[Verse 1]
I only trust my tarot cards
Pink flamingos in my yard
People think that I’m from Mars
Whatever
Only smoke that holy green
High above the big machine
Not attached to anything
Whatever

[Pre-Chorus]
I got that magic you call ADD
Rep for them aliens different like me

[Chorus]
If you think that what I do and how I live’s too much
I don’t really really give two fux
If you think that what I say and what I give ain’t love
I don’t really really give two fux
Here, right here, right here
Namaste right here, right here, right here
Ooh ooh ooh

[Verse 2]
I’m the center of a crowded room
I might as well be on the moon (Yeah, yeah)
Searching for that one or two
Who get it (Oh, yeah)
You see me talking to myself
Cause no one gets me like myself
I’ve been this way since I was twelve
I get it

[Pre-Chorus: Variation]
I got that magic you call OCD
Rep for them aliens different like me

[Chorus]
If you think that what I do and how I live’s too much
I don’t really really give two fux
If you think that what I say and what I give ain’t love
I don’t really really give two fux
Here, right here, right here
Namaste right here, right here, right here
Ooh ooh ooh

[Instrumental]

[Bridge]
One shot for my enemies
In the end it ain’t that deep (It ain’t that deep, girl)
Imma get my inner peace
In leather (Ow!)

[Chorus]
If you think that what I do and how I live’s too much (How I live)
I don’t really really give two fux (I don’t give two fux)
If you think that what I say and what I give ain’t love (I don’t give, I don’t give, I don’t give, oh yeah)
I don’t really really give two fux (I don’t give two fux, oh oh oh oh)
Here, right here, right here
Namaste right here, right here, right here (I don’t give, I don’t give, I don’t give two fux)
Ooh ooh ooh

Here, right here, right here
Namaste right here, right here, right here
Ooh ooh ooh

Adam Lambert – Two Fux Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
I only trust my tarot cards
Pink flamingos in my yard
People think that I’m from Mars
Whatever
Only smoke that holy green
High above the big machine
Not attached to anything
Whatever

[Pre-Chorus]
I got that magic you call ADD
Rep for them aliens different like me

[Chorus]
If you think that what I do and how I live’s too much
I don’t really really give two fux
If you think that what I say and what I give ain’t love
I don’t really really give two fux
Here, right here, right here
Namaste right here, right here, right here
Ooh ooh ooh

[Verse 2]
I’m the center of a crowded room
I might as well be on the moon (Yeah, yeah)
Searching for that one or two
Who get it (Oh, yeah)
You see me talking to myself
Cause no one gets me like myself
I’ve been this way since I was twelve
I get it

[Pre-Chorus: Variation]
I got that magic you call OCD
Rep for them aliens different like me

[Chorus]
If you think that what I do and how I live’s too much
I don’t really really give two fux
If you think that what I say and what I give ain’t love
I don’t really really give two fux
Here, right here, right here
Namaste right here, right here, right here
Ooh ooh ooh

[Instrumental]

[Bridge]
One shot for my enemies
In the end it ain’t that deep (It ain’t that deep, girl)
Imma get my inner peace
In leather (Ow!)

[Chorus]
If you think that what I do and how I live’s too much (How I live)
I don’t really really give two fux (I don’t give two fux)
If you think that what I say and what I give ain’t love (I don’t give, I don’t give, I don’t give, oh yeah)
I don’t really really give two fux (I don’t give two fux, oh oh oh oh)
Here, right here, right here
Namaste right here, right here, right here (I don’t give, I don’t give, I don’t give two fux)
Ooh ooh ooh

Here, right here, right here
Namaste right here, right here, right here
Ooh ooh ooh

Hard to love – Matthew Koma lyrics

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Lyrics Matthew Koma – Hard to love

I rule the world from my sweat pants
I got a bitchin’ collection of headbands
I don’t wanna go out and see your friend’s band
Tell me when you had enough, enough, enough’s enough
I’m OCD with panic attacks
I got a thing for Japanese dry snacks
My voice was on like every fuckin’ house track
Tell me when you heard enough, enough, enough’s enough.(hard to love)

But hear me out this time my love
I’m tryna be someone you want
Your friends will tell you “Whitney, are you taking drugs?
You see something no one else does”.

‘Cause I’m hard to love
I’m hard to love
Yellow tiger on a leash
A diamond in the rough
The heart is in the right places
But I’m hard to love, I’m hard to love
But you mean everything to me
Don’t let me mess it up
‘Cause you’re the only one I
Plus I’m just hard to loveee
My heart is in the right places
But I’m hard to loveee.

Day and night at the studio
When I get home I reek of weed and I’m moody though
You say you can’t pick up and follow when my tummy rolls
I got a red eye to New York, tomorrow we’ll talk
And if you want a true gentleman versuri-lyrics.info
That’s a sport that I don’t got any medals in
I’m a sole that your shoes oughtta settle in
Show me a little bit of trust, just a touch.

But hear me out this time my love
I’m tryna be something I’m not
Your friends will tell you “Whitney, are you taking drugs?
Smoke ’em from his little black plugs”.

‘Cause I’m hard to loveee
I’m hard to loveee
Yellow tiger on a leash
A diamond in the rough
The heart is in the right places
But I’m hard to love, I’m hard to love
But you mean everything to me
Don’t let me mess it up
‘Cause you’re the only one I
Plus I’m just hard to loveee
But you mean everything to me
Don’t let me mess it up
‘Cause you’re the only one
Plus I’m just hard to loveee.

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby
So why don’t you thrill me
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Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby
So why don’t you thrill me.

Yellow tiger on a leash
A diamond in the rough
The heart is in the right places
But I’m hard to love, I’m hard to loveee
But you mean everything to me
Don’t let me mess it up
‘Cause you’re the only one I
Plus I’m just hard to loveee.

Yellow tiger on a leash
A diamond in the rough
The heart is in the right places
But I’m hard to love.

But you mean everything to me
Don’t let me mess it up
‘Cause you’re the only one I
Plus, but I’m hard to loveee.
Matthew Koma lyrics
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