Episode Details

Equinox+ (EP)

Love brings me out of my shell;

—I could love you, I

I could love you, I

Could love you, I

Could love you,

I love you

I love you, I

This isn't good for my health;

If you don't love me,oh well —

(I could love you, I)

This is just passing the time,

Count my dimes and,

I'm wealthy, you build me up

Shining, I wake you up

Diamond of mine,

I love you, I

Love you I

Do what I want most the time,

Cause nothing else matters but

Making you mine

I, so what I want most the time

I can't get out

Out of my mind,

Cause I love you

I love you I,

Wasting my time,

I could love you but

Nevermind

Drunk,

And I'm stumbling up to my apartment for

The 30th time this month,

My rent's due tomorrow, but

I got it,

Woah,

I've got just enough

Just to keep fuxkin up

Getting fucked up

And filling my cup

Like it's something,

But it's nothing,

Not really

Nothing,

Not really

Be good

Work it out

Come on

Work it odd

Be good

Shake it off

Work it out

Come on

Be good,

Work it off,

Work it out—

Come on

Be good

Work it out

Shake it off

Come on

—

We all know

There's a monster in there

And it wants let out;

All man, beware—

Yeah

We all know

There's a monster in her—

And,

Someone will let it go

Oh,

Someone let it go

Oh, no (oh yeah)

Oh, no

That's no good

That's no good

Oh no

(Oh yeah)

Oh no

(Oh yeah!)

No, no

You just had to let it go

You just had to let it go

Oh, no!

—

I need time

To rationalize my genius

I can't write light this

Alt right all white nationalists

I can fantazize, right?

I could die like this

It's a damn good life

What fucking time is it, anyway?

Right?

I can't rationalize, this

Fascist rats at The Fashion district

Bam, I had it—

I had to get right, man

I had to get God on my Mantras

I fucked up tomorrow,

I'm off in Toronto with problems

And dogma—

Who's dog is this

Tied up at the Whole Foods market

I tried it, I died in the in

I can't idolize idols, man

Cry, though,

Dip my bicoff in Chiapas coffee

All pissed off,

Woah

It's the wrong morning to wallow in

Caught me off guard at the offering

Sha, there's no mother here,

No other one,

You're wrong God,

I stopped to cross at all of them,

I suffered when I swallowed,

Rah,

What's wrong?

I'm feeling solemn on my sodomist

Wishes of

This centrifugal

—‘swimming with the fishes,

Get it?

Woah,

It's a whole open world of

Wizards and witches

I wish I could ditch this

—the center or attention is this city—

That's Alex Tribec, for the record

Fuck the TriBeCa fest

Rest in Los Angeles

Rest in peace Barbra

Hah—

I've got all of em

This is an awful lot of mantras,

Stars and Stripes. God;

I lost it at the Oscar's,

Turn me on, or off

I'm all of it

Or not

What was the cost of this?

An awful lot of mantras, stars,

And crosswalks,

To stop dead in the cente