The Troubles (v1) - glaive archive

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[glaive, kurtains, glaive & kurtains]

I don't mean—

I don't like to sound like I’m bragging, but—

But we never really are

No, we never really wanted anything, but—

We get money like the troubles, blow it at the mall

And I still barely even know what cufflinks are, but—

We get money like the troubles, blow it at the mall

We get money like the troubles, blow it on a car

And I hate to be this way, I was taught that it was rude

And my momma raised me better, but my brothers raised me too

I’m in Torin like Henry, I'm in Barca like him too

That’s the trouble with consumption, I still struggle with it too

But still blow money, like the troubles, because we have nothing else to do

We have nothing else to do

We have nun'—

Two hands in the air for the best ones

Two hands down now for the rest of ‘em

Already too much in her septum

Said, "Slow down, girl, take a rest, hun

Take a second, take a breath, hun"

My bro shoot corn out the Vespa

Back out the weapon, back up your bredren

The last album you dropped was depressing

Not one sad song on the record

Must be the yes-men

But we never really are

No, we never really wanted anything, but—

We get money like the troubles, blow it at the mall

And I still barely even know what cufflinks are, but—

We get money like the troubles, blow it on a car—

Dates

Previewed:

September 26, 2025.

Miscellaneous Info

Category:Original Demo Track (Completed)