lyrical fitness

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it felt like yesterday we were meant to stay living like nothing wrong could happen.
i still recall a time you were on my mind, monopolizing each and every second.
figured i should know how it's got to go 'cause nothing is made to last forever.
i'm hardly moving on, the proof is in the song, remembering how...
i used to feel alive.
i used to want to.
i used to be all right.
i used to love you.
i used to never feel like i do now.
i used to never feel like i do now.
i used to walk on air, i used to care, i had no fear of falling.
i used to never feel like i do now.
well i can't ignore the hurt, pretend it isn't work knowing that you're better off without me.
i guess that you were right when you told me that i would probably one day be sorry.
but you know i'm not the kind to beg for a second try just chalk it up to another lesson learned.
and let it settle in if i ever love again, remembering how...
i used to to feel alive.
i used to want to.
i used to be all right.
i used to love you.
i used to never feel like i do now.
i used to never feel like i do now.
i used to walk on air, i used to care, i had no fear of falling.
i used to never feel like i do now.
i know it's probably for the better, i wish i could somehow just not remember.
i know it's probably for the better, i wish i could somehow just not remember.
i used to... i used to.
i used to walk on air, i used to care, i had no fear of falling.
i used to never feel like i do now.
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currents

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i have countless things i should be doing right now so clearly, it's time to write here!
fuck. love me for my flakiness and general piece of shit-ness.

10. exhausted love - eyedea and abilities
9. honey - trace
8. click clack (front n back) coda conduct
7. oh shit!!! - injury reserve
6. die trying - michi
5. more cowbell - asher roth
4. friction - the lytics
3. kids (2 Finger an den Kopf) - materia
2. never say no - robby hunter band
1. i'm just a bill - billy the fridge 
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lyrical fitness

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to hell with the kind of work you have to do to earn a living, all it does is fill the bellies of the pigs who exploit us. look at me, i'm makin it. i may live badly, but at least i don't have to work to do it. to all you workers out there: every single commodity you produce is a piece of your own death.

i'm so goddamned tired, can't tell if i'm done or just uninspired.
and don't give me that 'you can be somebody' speech-- that ain't your place, let me be.
i'm an example of a candle lit life with electric relaxation, brain trampled by devotion to remote control channel changin.
something provoked the whole globe to lower expectations.
damn, what's wrong with my generation? we was the cream of the crop but it seems we've been robbed. that's what happens when you trade in all your dreams for a job. 
and every day it gets less and less exciting. i would make a difference but i'm busy faking this instead of trying. change my shift from now to never and i'll pretend i'm fine.
why am i always stuck at the shitty end of the assembly line? i guess i'm built to be intoxicated with hope. sometimes it's a journey, most of the time it's just a bad joke.
and in my skull there's a junk drawer i can't organize. the first to come in last to leave we'll never be immortalized.
this sort of life is completely overrated, i'm sick of being the only one i know that's trying to make it. so right now i'm heading home, got sounds of nature volume 1 in my headphones and half a bottle of prednisone.
that's the reaction to an overdose of passion; brainless, stagnant... ain't it magic?
i'm here, so what (the revolution won't be 'til tomorrow)
i'm dumb in touch (do you have another hour i could borrow?)
i'm sane enough (the revoltuion won't be 'til tomorrow)
exhauted love (do you have another hour i could borrow?)
we the thing about tomorrow, i hesitate to say...
i never knew ambition could be so fuckin disgusting. i earn a good commission, but it makes me feel so ugly. i'm on some not even knowing i'm an illuminatus just as long as playin' agent don't disrupt my funeral's progress.
i ain't changing for you, i ain't reaching the sky. i would if you could give me one good reason why i should even try because after awhile this never ending lame game of what's better could fracture your smiles mainframe forever. 
it's so fun to be in love... or so i've heard. the meaning has no feeling even though i understand the words.
i used to try to make heaven right here on earth but that'll only happen if you find someone else to do the work. i'll be surprised when my psychosis turns out to keep the driving focus while i hold the same blurred cloud as burn out as dope heads.
so for now my worthless counter-work has found a purpose every time a pound of dirt's produced. i'm get my frown refurbished. two for one specials, if you order shoulder devils, head swoll.
running out of petrol but i won't let go of this gas pedal 'til i'm settled and they finally wet me with that sweet blind security.
so insecure and messy, mark today the day that dedication died. instead of saying goodbye, i'm staying praying that i'll stay alive because even though i know i hate to love you so much i got no better place to go, that's why i always show up.
damn.
i'm here, so what? (the revolution won't be 'til tomorrow)
i'm dumb in touch (do you have another hour i could borrow?)
i'm sane enough (the revolution won't be 'til tomorrow)
exhausted love (abilities break it down)

you're getting a divorce? 
we're getting separated. we probably won't get around to the divorce until next year. 
i know it's none of my business, but why? you're married to one of the great women of the world who adores you. my god, if anybody has it made, you have. 
she insists she's in love with me, whatever that is. what she means is she prefers the senseless pain we inflict on each other to the pain we would otherwise inflict on ourselves. but i'm not afraid of that solitary pain. in fact, if i don't strip myself of all this clatter and clutter and ridiculous ritual, i shall go out of my fucking mind. does that answer your question?
what question was that?
you asked me why i was getting divorced.
oh, listen, it's your life. i'm sorry i even asked. 
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naturally, i should be studying for an exam i have tomorrow morning but i can't help but be a lazy piece of shit. so here i am, writing in a blog that i know no one reads because... well... i never tell anyone about it.
if you care to notice, i'm obsessed with beyonce's 'lemonade' right now. it's on high rotation. whether or not it's about her marital troubles, or about the struggle of black women in society, it's hella catchy and as a white woman-type person, i enjoy it immensely and i don't understand how i can appropriate it for my own white benefit. is it a crime to be white now? legit asking for a... friend. yeah. we'll go with that. tumblr is a wasteland of strange, sometimes.
fucking come at me, bros.
whatever. enjoy, kids.

xoxo
-- ffh

10. don't let me down - chainsmokers ft daya
9. heroes - david bowie
8. light it up - major lazer ft nyla & fuse ODG
7. life on mars? - david bowie
6. 2am - bear hands
5. ultralightbeam - kanye west
4. freedom - beyonce ft kendrick lamar
3. i hate u, i love u - gnash ft olivia o'brien
2. hold up - beyonce
1. waves - kanye west 
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extra long for your pleasure ;)

xoxo
-- ffh

15. fade - kanye west
14. cheap thrills - sia
13. panda - desiigner
12. never be like you - flume ft kai
11. dangerous woman - ariana grande
10. billie jean - EDEN
9. turn up - the heavy 
8. muthafucka up - tyga ft nicki minaj
7. handclap - fitz and the tantrums  
6. lonely cities - tigertown
5. fml - kanye west 
4. wolves - kanye west  
3. waves - kanye west 
2. needing/getting - okgo 
1. 2am - bear hands
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i wanna be like kanye

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'one day i'll stand with a crown on my head like a god, yeah like a god. with every step no i won't second guess what i want. i wanna be like kanye, i'll be the king of me always. do what i want i have it my way, all day like kanye yeah.'
-- kanye the chainsmokers

little known fact: i fucking love kanye west.

i'm not saying that he's a great person-- i'm a staunch believer that you don't have to like someone to enjoy their music. like, i personally cannot stand beck's affiliation with scientology (here is where i get stalked, yeah?) but i enjoy his music [that he made before the last 3 years because it's pretty much trash after epro i think]. understandably, i can't understand the whole kim kanye thing, but i'm not them and if they're happy (or disgustingly wealthy and therefore better than the rest of us-- surely you can't be miserable if you can afford any yeezus clothing... right?), but i can appreciate kanye sans kim.
kanye is a douche. we can all agree on that. yes, your thoughts on the king of licking his own asshole are very original. very good, pat yourselves on the back.

secretly i enjoy how big of an ass he is. it's part and parcel of the 'ye experience-- would he be such a good producer/rapper if he wasn't a bit of a dickwad?

i'll defend kanye until i'm blue in the face. it was the same when chris brown was caught smacking a bitch up and everyone was like, nah, you can't fuck with chris brown anymore. the man still makes good music, he just has anger issues.

i write a good paper, but i'm also a piece of shit. see? we all have our flaws.

getting back to the matter at hand.

the life of pablo is good. it's better than yeezus (although they both are good for different reasons but i never appreciated yeezus the way i love the life of pablo).

i can't express how hype i am that frank ocean is still doing frank ocean. loved him odd future, loved his solo things. get really hype that he's on some tracks on the life of pablo. it feels like it's 2012 all over again.

except there will be no watch the throne. i still put that album on blast. i have great memories associated with it but parts of that album are exemplary examples of what happens when kanye is pushed in the correct creative ways under the strict guidance of HOV.

the life of pablo is being touted as unfinished and hurried by critics. sure, it sounds.. chaotic. but isn't that just kanye? he seems like he could be a bit manic at times, and the album reflects this. there's some braggadocio, of course. but it's still brilliant. the samples are on point. i just can't say with decisive language how this album makes me feel-- it's simultaneously stressful (i feel like i'm on the edge of my seat all the time) but i'm fucking hype at each consecutive song. this is the kanye i miss-- this is less produced and radio-ready that 808 and heartbreak comes off, but this is less experimental than yeezus. or is it more? am i just more receptive to this album?

i think it has something to do with the guests he has on the tracks. i've never seen such an eclectic but stellar collection of collaborators. i already expounded my love of frank ocean, but the sia bit on wolves? fucking transcendent. chris brown, kendrick lamar, the weeknd. not to mention the wonderful bit by chance the rapper-- who i have to admit is probably my favourite up and comer. stellar. i'm thinking in half sentences since i'm listening to the album on repeat right now and it's distracting me. it's literally taking away my focus it's so gripping. how could you go wrong!?

i digress. fucking listen to the album. maybe even buy it, because we all know how poor kanye is these days.

top five:
5. fml
4. wolves
3. ultralight beams
2. no more parties in LA
1.  waves

(honorable mention: i love kanye-- could i love him more? i doubt it)
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don't be sleepin' on it

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have you heard of lil dicky?

if you haven't, i think you should do yourself a favor and go to youtube right now. anything of his will do, all of it's fire.

he's witty, something i think the game needs every once in a while. em is intelligent, but dicky wants it to be funny like slim shady used to bring us, just without the resentful anger that made shady shady.

sure, he doesn't spit fire like mystikal or busta (i love me some bussa buss!) but he's got some bars that make you go 'huh? did he just say that?'

here's my favorite, 'white crime.' enjoy ya fucking dicks.

xoxo
-- ffh
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that time you slacked off all day and did nothing...

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... but do things you ought not do while you have mounds of homework to do. but here you are, wasting time listening to things from years and years in the past. hello, high school. you seem to be on my mind tonight...

a playlist, for people who grew up with the internet (remember dial-up?!), msn messenger, icq. for the people who lived through the insanity that were the backstreet boys, the spice girls, and n*sync. for the people who watched the o.c religiously, because that boy from chino was just so fucking hot (he's a halfway decent detective gordon tho...) and marissa was a coked out ho, and you just couldn't wait for seth and summer to finally get together.
you were there when the survivor series started, when american idol had kelly clarkson. you remember these times? because pepperidge farm remembers.

oh man. i can hear my friends in the hallway outside the spanish classroom (we always got kicked out) talking about ryan and marissa. shit.

confession time: i have not watched the final season of the o.c.

it ended what, 12 years ago? fuck i'm old

i apologize in advance-- it's mostly pop bullshit, i definitely was the girl you hated in high school =\

xoxo
--ffh

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i don't understand why the previous post has bad scaling and it's driving me INSANE.

WHY MUST YOU VEX ME COM-PU-TOR?!
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lyrical fitness

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i flick the switch on the generator so i could turn you on. you better get to know you operator before you pick that tone. you own the lock and the for the window to my soul. yeah, that's the only thing you talk about, you gotta let me know cause it must of been something out of control. yeah it must have been wroth it cause i had nothing left to show. how you put my life in your hands when you open up your heart and your soul. take my love and never grow old, yeah. open up your heart and your soul cause if you're looking for something to love, you've gotta let me know.

i put the sun in an elevator and took it to my home. i'm still living on a ladder form the sky to the floor-- don't look down you got a long way to go. and if you wanna live, you better let the mind go. cause it must have been something out control, yeah. it must have been worth it cause i had nothing left to show. how you put my life in your hands when you open up your heart and your soul. take my love and never grow old, yeah. open up your heart and your soul. cause if you're looking for something to love, you've gotta let me know. 

i flick the switch on the generator so i could turn you on, yeah. that's the only thing you talk about. you gotta let me know; you gotta let me know. open up your heart and your soul. take my love and never grow old, yeah. open up your heart  and your soul, cause if you're looking for something to love, you've gotta let me know. 
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i'm not even pretending at this point

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you no longer care about me. i understand this.
on a brighter note, i'm finally finished my undergraduate (caveat: not done yet. one course that i'm in right now remains, the rest is so i can have a dental plan). now on to bigger and brighter things. just kidding. more school.

anyways, with love, the top ten (it's paper writin' time, folks)

xoxoxo

-- ffh

10. kanye - the chainsmokers
9. higher ground (hudson mohwake x lunice) - tnght
8. c.r.e.a.m. - wu-tang
7. feel right - mark ronson ft mystikal
6. attak - rustie ft danny brown
5. playboy - hot chip
4. bomb.com - astro safari USA
3. croque monsieur - wordbuger
2. wood - rostam
1. jusfayu - kamau ft no wyld
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