Man of Stated Age / Bad Winter dual single

Bandwidth, babe, I got it In the market that is free Just not for you, I’m Emotional age of three Well-groomed, slick pony Weather appropriate 7:30 tee time Cryochamber recovery Who to blame? Who’s got hands? Only kinda money is the Fuck-you money Only kinda money is the Fuck-you money Only kinda money is the Fuck-you money Sucker born Sucker die Colbalt Ah, ya ask why? Because I can Double-click Gold brick Blackmail Corporate veil Double-click Dick pic White whale Leveraged fail Sucker born Sucker die Cobalt Ah, ya ask why? Only kinda money is the Fuck-you money Got mine Meant-to-be learnings Yoga mother ring a chime Don’t mind if my earnings Cut my family time [ad-lib] - Golf - I’m a nice guy - My resting heart rate dropped last quarter thanks to rigorous meditation - Two weeks in, manly again - I’m eliminating all pleasure and feeling great - Focus - Detox - When was the last time you tried polyphasic sleep? - I don’t know how you function

Gifts of the East Hot flowers of the unfree, holy Ice for the priest, ruined like an Afternoon. Barons bang on the door of my supposed Piece of sand, sand-colored World they sold. Gaze in horror As they force Velvet gloves On my paws. Living and partly living Turn the spit And call it peace Break like glass Disconnect Show me how nice the night can be In one breath Break my world in half Utter my request to Take it back Gifts of the West Tree that I bled rooted a lure that Pulls me to your ribs. In the short, cold night I’m your jack. Stars shine on my blight Shine on my blight Shine on my blight Do you have a light? Living and partly living Turn the spit So call it peace Sing high, cry low Same why And call it peace Velvet gloves On my paws Living and partly living