My Favorite Day Parade
by Teddy Faley
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Better Person
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Tequila
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Beach Chair
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Me Forever
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Loaded Weapon
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about
Fuck this album.
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released July 4, 2019
All songs written, performed, produced, recorded and mixed by Teddy Faley unless otherwise noted
All scratches by DJ Addikt
Photography by Brian Gillis
All songs written, performed, produced, recorded and mixed by Teddy Faley unless otherwise noted
All scratches by DJ Addikt
Photography by Brian Gillis
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Dec 2009
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- Track Name: The Tits (feat. Michael Lottich)
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Ain't no one runnin' from no stopped train
That's why I keep my shoes tied and watch you through the slow rain
They wanna see my selfish side.
I wanna melt it with a welcome hi,
Elephant embellish that and sell the sky
Most my solo missions mount to quicker fixes then a
bandaid on a sinking' ship, or sticking fingers in it
I'm gonna drown homie, watch me when wet
So when you think I'm gettin' fresh, it's just the salt on my breath
That’s why I shrug it off my shoulders like that's all that it is and
buckle down like these pants don’t fit
Having the time of my life and it cost me nothing except everything right
A thousand morning promises forgotten by tonight
That fucker in the mirror ain't so clever when he shook
When the reader of the diary realize he in the book
No matter how he tries to go retracing my steps
I'm still raising my right
And he still raising his left
Ain't no one running from no stopped train
Ain't no flat pennies in a world without pain
You got your wish homie, hope it's the tits
I’ma catch you at the end when you still walking like
this - Track Name: Better Person
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I wanna be a better person, never found they bitter faces
Tried to live in cursive, couldn't breathe inside the matrix
That's my stupid silly human don't you know better
No sweater, out in the snow weather and I'm feeling cold, next to
better people.
I'm trying to be those better people but
There's no god for atheists to speak to
So i'm
drinking, finding pills
drinking, finding pills
sinking, dying and I'm
sleepy
Pining till it eats me
Climb into a pint of something creepy
Driving home blinded by the silence in my thinking
I could be your best friend, get settled for the evening
I'll be here until you aint
Or i steer into the paint
Or my liver can't digest that shit i slip into my drinks
I'm on some who'd of thunk it boring to be giving fair warning, huh?
I've spent all morning up
All of these recordings suck
Who the fuck i'm kidding, I aint half the man i once was
So I'm sitting at the bar in charm city like
Darlin’ I'm a rapper and some people really dig me
She offers me a water and asks if I'm feeling dizzy
Actually I am thanks for asking you're really pretty
See, I've been suffering from an addiction and it grips me
In its clutches and it sucks and I wondered if you could fix me?
Darlin i'm a rapper and some people really dig me-
Uh wait, um, excuse me I got someplace to be
I wanna be a better person
By that I mean I'm close to perfect
A handsome devil, and good fellow
By my own assertion
Broads think I'm peachy keen, and ain't no guy as fly as me
Dudes be like "he's pretty cool, I'd like to buy that guy a drink"
If I decide my appetite's too filthy to appease, then please trust me
I've already come to terms with what that means
And I plan accordingly.
As out of sorts is sorta my thing
The more I force in some order, the more disorder I bring
I'm in the driver's seat, upside down, hit a few trees
That seems a momentary thing, as now I'm back on the street
Trying to light a cigarette while some dude's screaming his head off
“You're covered in fucking gasoline, you'll burn yourself to death boss”
If you play your cards right, an ace up your sleeve, will spade the
heart of any joker trying to live like a king
Or bring silence to a soldier at his moment to sing
I'm sick of living everyday like I aint posing my strings
Or in control of the thoughts of the way the sober me thinks
I shoot for salt of the earth
I pepper drugs in my drinks
I tried to bury my past
I bought a shovel and map
Then dug a hole so big I couldn't climb back out of the grass
I can't be trusted no more
I forced the border too much
Let the forces run they course of disproportionate touch
Been a sad case statistic since I flipped it on some different shit
I'm speaking for myself
Not the cats that witnessed it
Let's get it poppin' - Track Name: Karot Soup (feat. A-Class)
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A-Class
I was at the two car garage with the rock metal heavy band
Living so illegal like a Mexican
I was in the Chevy van
Your girl had an uneven metric tan
Teddy Faley
An uneven metric tan?
A-Class
Yeah that shit was heaven ham
Hold her with the heavy hand
I was in the regiment
Teddy Faley
I was in the bathroom of the Bennigans, waitin' on a diet coke & venison
Hoping they don't notice that I snuck my whiskey in again
I kick the flask, then I holler at Class - he said
A-Class
I drowned in bottle or glass, swallowed it fast
Teddy Faley
I was at the art store, finding me some art for
Artistic endeavors that I measure by the dartboard
Wanted to be a star but got tangled in the harpsichord
Now I’m hardly in the mental space to grace you with an art form
A-Class
Space like traits of Star Wars
I was in a space you could park four cars
I’m a carnivore connoisseur
I was in the corner store
Y'all are fresh to death I’m the coroner
Teddy Faley
Or I'm so alive it's an enormous chore
Working through my warped in inner corridors
More in tune with stoic fascinations & the more obscure
A-Class
I was on 44th, drinking on a dewars and chloroform
Sharp like a thorn on the forest floor
Teddy Faley
Or or the horns on a cornish boar
A-Class
Or my speech, I’m a orator
Teddy Faley
Or...Or
Morphine and horse in the form of a gorgeous snort
I'm on my bullshit, ain't no one important more
A-Class
I was at the Source Awards
Videos display poison like Bell Biv Devoe
I was at the Cinema Dome in suede indigo
I’m at the dinner show, you in the kitchen hoe
Teddy Faley
I was at ya homie house, hungry with the munchy mouth
Cheese and toast bologna route & lemme get that sobe now
Feet up on his only couch, like I'm the king of chillin out
A-Class
At the Lambs Club trying to battle Zakarian
I was at the bar it was bavarian
That was very thin how I carried him
Your chick’s got a chest that I could fit 2 canaries in
I was at the Planetarium
Teddy Faley
I was into various scary shit
Bloody Mary mirror game game & something nefarious
I was embarrassed and opened to my therapist
A-Class
Was it an experiment?
Teddy Faley
No, I'm American
A-Class
I was in Maryland at the Marriott, sharper than an arrowhead
Nicer than sharing inheritance
Teddy Faley
I was your parents taking real good care of them
Made em carrot soup and herring over asparagus
A-Class
Well the next day they got very sick
Their stomach linings teared and ripped
And they both re-married quick
Teddy Faley
Well it wasn't the asparagus
A-Class
I was at the rap show, hat low
Bitches trying blow like they played with Satchmo
Teddy Faley
I was at the jack store, looking for some newports and fire sticks
Feeling sorta open like my iris’
A-Class
I was in the eye of the tidal shift
Scoping like I focus & rifle kit
Teddy Faley
While I was still at home getting nice as shit
Whiskey wonderland, I wander abyss
Pondering the problems of the handsome rich
I’m on some shit, classy get your boy I'm on my drunk tip
A-Class
Alcoholic 1 fifth, shots like a gun with a snub tip
I saw your chick & then I cuffed it
Take her breath away where the lung ends
Teddy Faley
I was at the place where I do stuff doin it/
Swinging 8 balls in my tube socks super quick
A-Class
I was at the dewdrop future mix Boombox with a Tupac duplicate
Teddy Faley
A Tupac duplicate - Track Name: Tequila
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Teddy Faley
She said
Why don't you buy us a drink, she said
I said your neck smells like yesterday's breath
and you should get that Checked
Plus those bracelets is handcuff cold
And they dangle from a wrist that no one wants to hold
They bang you from the back cause they don't like your front
Cause you front
Cause you just another bar slug with a buzz
Thats talks karma but gonna drive home drunk like all month
Get the fuck out my face you cunt
Get back at him?
Has no one told you hoe, that nose is Patch Adams
I linger on that point like yo, it’s so massive
The kind I could crawl inside and take naps in
What happened
I'm just joking
But you had to had to butt your nose in
So buy me shots or follow where that nose went
She’s our Toucan Sam
She brought us shots of tequila and we all shook hands and said
I don't even really like tequila
She don't even really like tequila
He don't even really like a tequila
But we all drink it
That’s a she thing
And you a you thing
She a bee sting
You a shoestring
He’s all ‘wait I been hoodwinked’
I'm like “nah homeboy that's just how she do things”
You at the bar, bitter cause broads on par with you wanna
barter for dark liquor before your parts’ in her
& it's not her fault you bent like car fender &
Gave all your money to the bartender
But I know what you was thinkin’
‘We gon get to drinking
She gon see that I ain't like them other dudes she link with
I'll tell her that she's worth it
She'll show me all her secrets & ask me how my weeks been
I'll tell her how my week went!
All this and for some ol chicken you ain't meet yet
No wonder why they treat you like a reject
You ain't no nice guy finishing last
You a nice try now gimmie some cash
& the most expensive tequila you have - Track Name: The Bartender's Boyfriend
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Teddy Faley
Looks like I done bit off a bit more than I could chew
So I spit this one out bear hugs and how is yous
I ask dumb Qs at the bar, like how's the food
Knowing I don't eat no food at the bar, I'm bout that booze
If your face ain't cute,
When that shift change is?
Who replaces you?
That new girl, what that chick name is?
Your pit stains make you look like you been bricklaying
Plus she got a pour like both her wrists breaking
The first bartender I dated, she went crazy
We broke up, she got married and had a baby
The last bartender I dated...
I’m the bartender's boyfriend, I do what I want
Like, coke off the barstool, or take my booze out front
I'm in this bitch after 2 like the mail aint come
With just the broads like no males ain't come
I’m the bartender's boyfriend, I do what I want
Like, coke off the barstool, or take my booze out front
I'm in this bitch after 2 like the mail aint come
With just the broads like no males ain't come
I’m the bartender’s boyfriend
I'm the bartender's dude bro
Got one in every county like when weather make the schools close
Oh that whiskey there, usually it's 2 for those
But I get deuce of those for 2 if I text her that she beautiful
Fuck, you're so angry, it's a great day to hate me
What I got that you ain't?
That nice young lady
Once she close and lock the door we start whylin
It’s ike dusk till dawn but less violent
Holy shit
She keeps my whiskey dripped and I don't need to tip
Attends the university of phoenix in between her shifts
Cause one day she’s gonna be a nurse or something
But if she aint behind the bar she aint no broad I’m fucking
I tell her I'm broke off the top, like a muffin
Some charming nugget of
Ect ect ect and a bunch of other dumb shit
I find me a nice bar
Then I date the bartender
Then we break up
And I can't go back ever - Track Name: Jadakiss
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Teddy Faley
I told her I was chillin, right
I ain't been around the way
Been hiding from the world, inside the world that I create
Met a girl, took her pulse for granted
Tandem hands around her waist
I told I don't ever act this way
I told her I been chillin, right
Been posted at my spot
That she’d only find my function if she check at where I’m not
That I took the long way around a short drop, and broke my own leg
Like “how you gon walk away from someone before his bones mend”
I walk a tightrope with palms that read ‘show praise’
And got a tattoo on my face that says ‘don’t pray’
I cartwheel in the dark, drunk, but it's ok
I told I don't ever act this way
You see, we was all thumbs and buscuits
but both us is different
I told her “some worlds we is, girl, in some worlds we isn't”
she said “Well in this one, you’re so close I can smell what you’re missin”
And it wouldn't fit inside of her meticulous indifference
I'm tearing up the front yard, she sittin on her mittens
I'm a drunk ex who don’t text, I’m too proud to live with
I told her everything was jesus
Then she kitchen sinked the everything between us
So I told her I been wide open
Tattooed my blindfold in
Hope to be the kinda memory she cant cope with
We rocked the boat, displacing water out her ocean
I’d look her in her eyes and she would look in mine and close ‘em
And Gus never liked you
That's why he pissed on all your shit then he dropped the mic to spite you
But a pattern is a pattern, even joyless as hauki
I’m just another lion's tooth
And Gus never liked you
That's why he pissed on all your shit and then he
pissed on all your, pissed on all your shit
But a pattern is a pattern, even joyless as hauki
I’m just another lion's tooth
She shied away from lying to
Nah, I ain't mad, I feel marvelous
Opened my broken heart starter kit
Sharpened it
Back on pharmacist’s arm like no charge for this
He told that there's other fish
I aint understand his argument
But I do, do one thing well
That’s telling her
I ain't myself - Track Name: Beach Chair
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Teddy Faley
You best to put that bourbon in the brown
I’m on the better part of barely slept since I first come to town
When they found me they said I had said
“I'm sorry that I'm subtle, but I'm trying to be trouble
I don't want no help, no fuck you”
I been a better buddy to my enemies than friends
So I'm searching for the greenest grass, hoppin me a fence
With apologies to none of y'all, I'm properly convinced
That I got every right to act as spiteful as I wanna get
I know that ain't endearing, but it is, because it ain't
I'm fishing for my fan base out the pond you fuckers drink
Wobble home sauced, lost in my own thing
It's often me vs me, and the loser can't sleep
And the winner gets to watch him try
Laugh and point
Dollar sign
That's the point
Yo can't shut his eyes, they’re like entire skies
He picks a nice surrounding, when I found him it was fireflies
Said he’s waiting on a train that never came and couldn't die
I wish I knew him then
You wish you knew him now
There's a pistol in his mouth
And when the rules are use the tools you got then who looks foolish now
When my old crippled ass is limpin past y'all, handin' out some pounds
I’m on some... who the fuck cares, I'm just glad to be here
Running through my 7 deadly sins lookin for leap years
That's asking for trouble, shoulda settled for my 3 cheers
I'm only here a couple moments homie
No beach chair - Track Name: Gravity
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Teddy Faley
I never told a soul
Built walls that hold they secrets kept
I let the spaces in between the planets rest, and Venus wept
Mars collapsed, Saturn slept, Pluto took his ball and left
I stayed behind and tried to think of every time I wasn't dead
But couldn't hold a candle to the sun, we work for different sides
But in a different life I bet we'd ride
I'd let him shine, he'd let me burn to death
I booked a flight that left so early by the time she packed my bags I’d left
Paid my debts when no one’s out
Said Gus, we’re off to Baltimore
May everything behind us drown
Shoulda specified that a metaphor
On top my rickety throne, I throw stones of trickery low
Cleverly hidden from any window that aint never been closed
Hell of a goal
Son of a bitch
Speak of the devil
Whisper the wind
Later that day I was found with a mouth full of pills
And a handwritten note that said ‘no defense’
Stone, gristle folds in my skin like a broke syringe
I'm growing more concerned and less aware
Each step I take there's twelve to spare
More concerned and less aware
Now every step’s a broken ankle
Every healthy friend one diagnosis from some shit that’s fatal
Every family dinner one car crash away from all alone
More concerned with how I got here
Less concerned with where to go
Old in tone & shape but makes for good talks
& provoking statements but click here for your top ten reasons to walk
Number five will claw your fucking eye out
Nine has mothers horrified
Sixty six percent’s one quarter sure they're one in twenty five
But it’s the drugs dummy
I keeps a jacket
On a hoodie
On a t shirt
On a coward
Wearing gloves
And no one runs from me
It’s my Favorite Day Parade, it numbs your tongue funny
All my neighbors think I'm great but both my lungs bloody
With my apathetic haze they get no fucks from me
When Saturn finally wakes & gets my blood pumping - Track Name: Loaded Weapon
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They like “Teddy where the hell's your record”
I'm like “Hold up for a second, I'm a loaded weapon”
With a loaded weapon, investigating my frame of reference
Focused best on benzedrex & epinephrine
All my friends left me dolo on that night in question
So I been solo but for Cubbiebear & AddiKt brethren
That's the lesson, life can get mad depressing
It taxes friendships and bites with the snap of vengeance
And so I smile while I spiral down impossibly slow
You want that naked desperation?
It's gotta be Bones
I like my milk on the floor, my sword in the stone
And taking Gus to spoon throw at the fork in the road
Borderline the only kinda only kinda torture I know
Got my future by the throat though
That's morbid I know
The more that know, the more that I don't
I bum cigarettes to homeless cats and ask where they go
Uh uh, actually go
Time's escape hatch don’t latch when it close
I used to be afraid my past self would follow me home
What's so familiar?
I hit the lottery though
Just couldn't fit the oversized check inside of my nose
Yes sir
How much did he do?
Yes sir
I think that he’s dead
There's no no hope for anyone and god ain't your friend
He cracks crumbs out the penniless and laughs at the dead
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We miss you so much Josh