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LIMITED EDITION CASSETTE
Cassette + Digital Album
limited edition cassette tape, hand-signed by yam lynn, featuring 1 bonus track from ida deerz ft. Blue Marker Bandit. there are 5 different variations of the coverart, you will receive one at random!
Includes unlimited streaming of CUTE CERVID VOL. 1
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics
Look at little Tim Tim
Tryin’ to write a viral song
He looks a little lost
Guess I could help him along
What you got, Tim Tim?
-Aah! My door!
Never mind that, Tim
I've come to help, you won't regret it
Just follow the recipe
And gather the ingredients
Pick a topic people talk
About on social media
Don't violate the terms of service
Or your vid will be deleted
Also, make a catchy chorus
Something that can be repeated:
Cats, cats, laughing babies
People falling, hot, hot ladies
Sleepy puppies, dancing babies
Kittens, monkeys, more hot ladies
Put a lot of words in one verse
Careful to enunciate it
Sing multiple layers
It helps if you animate it
Cats, cats, laughing babies
People falling, hot, hot ladies
Sleepy puppies, dancing babies
Kittens, monkeys, more hot ladies
Put a lot of words in one verse
Careful to enunciate it
Say something educational
So parents let their kids play it
It's okay, Tim, nobody blames you (Mental anguish)
Most people don't know the truth about the cashew (Now you speakin' my language)
But now you do, so next time you go to the playground (Now you actin' all passive)
Have everybody gather around and
Tell them what your good friend Tobuscus has taught you (Treatin' me like I'm baggage)
Tell ‘em!
=CASHEWS, CASHEWS, F-F-F-FRUIT! (Still alive, waiting for your call)
OK!
=CASHEWS, CASHEWS, F-F-F-FRUIT! (Know you can't hide shit, yeah, I saw it all)
LOUDER!
=CASHEWS, CASHEWS, F-F-F-FRUIT! (Fucking broke my heart, know it hurt like a bitch, I)
D-D-D DID YOU KNOW THAT?
=NO! (Don't wanna talk, seeing life through a fisheye)
Bitch, I'm busy, too busy to fuck around, hey!
Hit that stizzy, bitch, asking about my pound, nah!
Might go missin', my mission is to be free and
All you n-meow!-as ain't controlling what I be!
That bitch got high from drinking my piss
I might fly away, I ain't thinking of kids
Yet Mom, wet bong ripping
Ain't sippin' on tech, ack, yack
Backwoods, but I got fronto on deck, black pack
Sac Town, sack up in my backpack
Black MAC, liable to rack back if I see that hack lack
Hit him with that ra-ra right inside his car-car!
Sitting on the tar-tar, floating where the stars are!
BITCH, I'M- BITCH- BITCH- TOO BUSY TO FU-TOO-TO-SY-, UH!
Jealous-ass kid, he keep trying to block my route (Okay!)
My perspective, effective at spotting bullshit
You, defective objective is let the full clip
(inhale)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!! (Looking for a stipend, my drive is loaded)
(I think I can find it the more you know me)
FUCKING WHORES! (I just copped the right to extort my purpose)
YOU FFFUCKING WHORES! (In a one track climate with no disturbance)
HIT IT RETA- meow! (All the same witcha, you believe your source shit)
(Can’t get your main with ya, she don’t need your bullshit)
(98% of all my flows are stolen)
('Cause the greatest artists are the ones that notice)
Damn, I think I'm running out of fucks to give
I'm at a point in my life where I don't give a shit
Say you're sorry, but it'll never change the shit that you did
So don't waste all my time with your lies and your fibs
Brain wastes away, and I'll watch it decay
Sitting down with my thoughts, I watched 'em all rot away
I saw all my friends leave, I watched 'em fading away
But there's nothing I could do, there's nothing that I could say
Oh, you're sorry? I don't care (Still alive, waiting for your call)
Said I need you, never there
With my feelings in this chair (Know you can't hide shit, yeah, I saw it all)
Hope you know that life ain't fair
Think we cool? No, we not (Fucking broke my heart, know it hurt like a bitch, I)
Hope you burn, hope you rot
I ain't give a second thought when I shoot the second shot (Don't wanna talk, seeing life through a fisheye)
Call, call, call, but I'm never picking up (Still alive, waiting for your call)
Sick and tired, tired, tired, at this point, I've had enough (Know you can't hide shit, yeah, I saw it all)
Say you care, care, care, but you're lying, called your bluff (Fucking broke my heart, know it hurt like a bitch, I)
All this shit keeps on happening, but I guess it's my lu-uck (Don't wanna talk, seeing life through a fisheye)
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