III

by Timi Tamminen

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Overdose 02:46
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All the darkness I keep hearing about, it's like an overdose Day-lit, comatose My anxiety gropes me Two faces like Harvey There's no dying lit Carti Alone in your apartment, crawling on the parquet in the wee hours Somebody please fly me to Broadmoor and back My friends have gone quiet Hope none of them lost their lives this weekend They're really trying, there's no use crying Got to keep hanging off the edge of this massive mountain My paranoia's my master Good guys get kicked around, Jacklin All these bad news make you want to run faster than a televangelist pastor And I'm not supposed to care about media's daily specks of despair? As long as there is evil there is profit to be made One like, one prayer All the darkness I keep hearing about, it's like an overdose Day-lit, comatose
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Monopoly (feat. Deetranada) 03:30
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Backbite me, doubt me, it makes me work harder Gaslight me, side-eye me, it makes me play smarter Badmouth me, clown me, it makes me work harder Laugh with me, then at me... I came for my Caesar moment Saw a spot that called to be conquered There's a Brutus 'round every corner Friends turn to foes when triumphs take over Misery seeks company I'm headed for the monopoly An honest enemy over lying buddies I'm here to stay I don't want to be part of the games you play I'm in for the kill I don't want to waste my time on the games you play They don’t wanna see you win Word hard; don’t stop, work harder Haters give you an inch Don’t even sweat, take that, go farther Been working like it’s no days off OG in the game and you just a starter Everybody wanna stab my back That’s fine, when I go know I was a martyr Don’t move till the money here They mad like I really care People all talk, pull up, got em shook Tuh, now they really scared They my kids like I was they father Drip like I’m made outta water Don’t try to touch my chain I recommend that you go think smarter Play the game like monopoly We big dogs, no topping me You can’t think you stopping me You ain’t even that poppin, G Make em hype like a poppy seed Gotta shine how diamonds be They say snakes inna grass Cartiers on so I can see I'm here to stay I don't want to be part of the games you play I'm in for the kill [Makes me work harder / Don't want to be part of] I don't want to waste my time on the games you play I don't care about your games anymore From now on I know how to avoid energy vampires like you And that's enough words wasted on your kind Now I can see through all of the lives I'm here to stay I don't want to be part of the games you play I'm in for the kill I don't want to waste my time on the games you play
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On the Run (Tales from Suburbia) 03:59
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1AM Autumn wind beats against the windowsill The drifter's stench The suburb sleeps Under the mat is where you keep your apartment keys Half-beast, half-man, eyes on the price Bushlurker single-searching under moonshine Born of hatred, spawn of Satan Fury and fire raging inside Mutilation on my mind Vouyeristic escapism Kiss of death while you're tucked under the blanket Gaze on ankles, sandman's gone missing somehow Psychopathic thirst for pornographic havoc The clock stops Sick sack of shit Soon all hell will break loose so sleep tight Sleep tight Standing in the foyer, the flashlight points at the walls Scanning the scape, a palace just like in Salo My head is humming, I'm grinning like El Diablo Gripping the tools of the trade, seeking the nearest backdoor Catastrophic capabilities West wing, headed to the bedroom A diabolic abomination like Bundy It'll be over soon Deep darkness permeating You wake up shaking and shrieking in your new tomb Writhing in the kitchen like a wounded weasel in season Pleading Screaming "Jesus" *Boom* Where to go Where to hide Stains on floor like red wine The torso clawed, warped outline I want more, one more night I'm on the run again Nothing can stop me now After the feast The manic pride I'm headed east I grab a bike Skulking the streets Lock all the doors I'm off a leash Like a rabid dog After the weak Another body on the street I see a Honda passing by 'Bout seven feet away Aim my nine The bullet flies straight through the car window The blood dyes my old Nikes when I jump in and speed off Eyes on the sidewalk for the lost under lamplights Got no remorse The distant sirens blasting off Would rather die than face the court Enter the highway craving for the main course I'm on the run again Only death can stop me now Only death can stop this now
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Prelude2 03:40
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Locked in a room like a rat in a cage Seeing people is a struggle each and every day What if my world ended today? Who would I call? What would I say? Who would I run to? Who'd be able to recall my name? All alone in this cold, cold world Stuck with my own company

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released December 12, 2018

All songs written and performed by Timi Tamminen, all songs produced by sohval and Timi Tamminen ("Overdose" produced by Datwhiteboi and Timi Tamminen, "On the Run (Tales from the Suburbia)" produced by Elesounds and Timi Tamminen, "Prelude2" produced by Timi Tamminen)

Thanks to Dune Audio Productions and Kauri Ruohonen for the vocal mixing help!

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