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1.
Worn Out Pop 04:30
You come apart, Thread by thread Your pretty face falls Like a mask Don't try to smile You'll start to break Just mutter prayers And down your flask You're nothing like Those old brochures There's nothing left For us to want to taste The golden lights Of your past self Now hateful jokes For all the rest You sang the Sugar-iest songs That tamed your foes Into dream-long rests Then sprang your Tentacle-esque tongue And shamed us with your Freedom tests You showed us how To be ourselves And how to love And who to fight You caught us all Off guard and hell, You made us think You might be right (Somehow) (Somewhere) (Somehow) (Somewhere) Worn out Try again you're worn out Try again you're worn out Try again you're I’m wearing me out to the ball, I’m about to perform, Perfuming my brain, it’s applied like a balm, So I can make some sense of myself when I’m talking to y’all, And ticky-tocky goes the bomb, with tiki torches that they bought at the mall They politicking round the clock, How you still sounding shocked and awed That now a brawl has evolved, Irrelevant as a Volvo, you’re not involved, Regimented like a revolver, your problems solved The insolvent throng the streets, chewing on mystery meat, Cheap booze out of our pores leaks, The poor eke out of living, the scores geek out, they livid Admit it, picture is vivid, they taking sips out their liver, Seeking out all the messiahs ‘cause now they gotta deliver Daytona racing for rations, they told us we are the reason The weather changes but never ever the season, These leaders be so deceitful, kinda like expiration date seafood, They see to it that you’re see-through, muthafuckas DUI of power we brewed, Hopping on grass like I’m a Sifu, read through the terms of the lease, you Eating pieces of Jesus, it pleases Uncle Sam your eyes Is shut wide, clutching his pride like he a samurai, Sing a hymn and I am beating on me like a Gemini, Ain’t no Malachi on this orb of mine, no divine, Yes, the revolution will be televised, You’ll see it live And every last one of the just will now be vilified Worn out Try again you're worn out Try again you're worn out Try again you're Come apart Thread by thread Lay down your rifles Shut deep your copper eyes Your magic's gone Your lies are done Try fooling me now
2.
Borderlines 03:22
Tell me, babe What d'ya call our luxe asylum? Hell's just an aside between the Stoli shots Buy, buy a pile of whiles Sigh Like you'll be my friend for the countdown Like you need a friend for the countdown Say you won't be mine... Just borderline (Uuu–aaah!) Watch me rapturing sooner than you prayed for (Uuu–aaah) Watch me rapturing faster than you paid for (I wanna be there!) One more time to behave like friends One more round for the table I could cull you from the rest But I don't think I want to Sell me, babe Bring down burning hail But spare your Casper bed Say you won't be mine... Just borderline (Uuu–aaah) Watch me rapturing sooner than you prayed for (Uuu–aaah) Watch me rapturing faster than you paid for Oh babe put down your glass of golden wine You don't want to stain your clean, white soul, do you Babe take your time unboxing this pretty shining heart Old one's out of stock (Uuu–aaah) Watch me rapturing sooner than you prayed for (Uuu–aaah) Watch me rapturing faster than you paid for
3.
It's warm and we're shaking, a sough through the bed Daylight is breaking, the city is red There's peace on the land and everything's right Our haters are vanquished – there's no one to fight Somewhere, there's someone who sleeps well tonight The hours are staring, he holds his girl tight Saying, "babe, it's a killer, it's music and strife It's war, love and murder, it's the time of your life And are we any match?" It's Sunday, it's heaven, this smell don't belong Like phantoms, the hours are counting along Because there's peace on the land and everything's right Our killers are vanquished – there's none left but life And are we any match? Tick, tick, tick (Playing your part till the end)
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This album has been produced by Adaam James Levin Areddy during quarantine times in New York. Many artists and friends of Adaam have collaborated as featured artists from their own habitats. All songs were written by Adaam James Levin Areddy, except when otherwise mentioned.

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released September 25, 2020

Music & Lyric by Adaam James Levin Areddy *
Produced by Adaam James Levin Areddy
All instruments played by Adaam James Levin Areddy
Various featuring artists - details in separate tracks
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