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This song (and Shakedown) were slated to be released under the Tic Tok Men. I wanted to release something totally different under that project. Something people wouldn't expect. I asked Scott Turner (of Lofat Productions) if he'd be interested in putting down some vocals. I wrote the music and sent him the ideas. He wrote up some lyrics and sent me back raw vocal tracks.

This song was never officially released because soon after I killed the Tic Tok Men project. I still consider Scott an honourary Tic Tok Man though

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Nag
Music / Copyright © Seven Graylands 2004
Lyrics / Copyright © Seven Graylands & Scott Turner 2004

Get your ass up
Shut the fuck up
Get your ass up

Why you gotta bitch
Everybody has to hear your shit
When you got a mouth
Nothing ever good will come from it
When you gunna learn
Not to have another stupid fit
Uhhh shut up.

Because you're bitching
and complaining
and your whining and your braying
making everyone around you
start their own god damn complaining
about you and all your fucking verbal diarrhea
when you gunna shut the fuck up
and quit this
talk talk talk talk

Get your ass up
Quit complaining get back in line
Shut the fuck up
Cuz your mouth has gotta be a crime
Get your ass up
Quit complaining get back in line
Why do you have to make this noise
every single fucking time

You only talk
You never do
Reverse peristalsis says verbal doo-doo
A heaping helping of my size 11 shoe up your butt is what I got for you
You speak as if you hold interest
Your wack babbles twisted like incest
You get these swarms over your like winged insects
Save your text mother fuck you get no respect

I got to get up
I got to walk away
I can't believe some of the shit that you say
Crying like a bitch with a yeast infection itch
So full shit even Five-O won't list you as a snitch
Complain all day
It makes no sense to me
If I'm the master of my own destiny
Clearly a victim of your own mental slavery
So wrapped up in yourself you ain't even worth saving G.

I see you're confused
You're perplexed
Always stressing whatever is coming next
Can't live for the moment your life's a mess
How do you even manage to get yourself dressed?

Always acting like you're in a quandary
Sharing with the world all your dirty laundry
It's beyond me
I don't understand
How you can look yourself in the mirror and still see a man?
Quit running your mouth
Just shut up
You'll be six feet south pushing daises up
Cuz some people bring out the best in me
but you bring out the rest you see so

Let me try and break it down for you now

When are you gunna learn
Nobody really cares about your problems
or your hair
or all the little things you seem to talk about
all the time and every day
Why don't you just close up that stupid mouth
and
and
Fuck off.

Don't you know it's almost time to take a vow of silence
or to fake an accident in which we place a cast across your face
ensuring that you do not speak to me
or him
or them
or anyone you come in contact with