Can't Stop

by Blot Out

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released March 14, 2017

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Blot Out is a punk band out of Fort Worth Texas, here to fuck shit up in your city.

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Track Name: Blot Out
I'm present but I'm never really here,
My body is made of 98 percent beer,
My weeks tend to go by in two days,
I live in a never ending haze

Not remembering a night,
That's what they call a blackout,
Not remembering a month,
That's what we call a Blot Out
X2

If I do not drink I get the shakes,
My friends see I never take a break,
I daily lose cells inside my brain,
Being numb doesn't even stop the pain

Not remembering a night,
That's what they call a blackout,
Not remembering a month,
That's what we call a Blot Out
X2

Blot Out!
Track Name: I'm Poor
I don't got no money,
No cash, I'm broke,
I'm so fucking poor!

Gotta find a job,
To get a little pay
Cause all the money to my name is a dollar fifty change

I woke up at noon,
And cracked a beer today,
All I had for breakfast was canned beans up on my plate because

I'm poor
I'm poor
I'm poor
I'm poor
Fucking broke

Working at fast food,
For minimum wage,
Twenty Five years old did not think life would be this way

I can't pay my bills,
I'm sleeping on the floor, I need some food distract the clerk so I can rob the corner store because

I'm poor
I'm poor
I'm poor
I'm poor

I'm poor
Track Name: Politicians
Every politician is fucking full of shit,
Motives only greed and to gain from corruption,
Don't care about the people, average American,
Egotistical elitists they all make me fucking sick

Lobbiers and protests don't do a damn thing,
If you think you make a difference, your fucking insane
The lie is that we have a choice, our vote does not count
The government controls our vote that fact we do not doubt

Voting in America doesn't mean shit,
The elite is corrupt and there's no point to politics,
Our vote means as much as a civilian death,
Freedom of choice, don't even waste your breath

Don't even waste your breath!

Every politician is fucking full of shit!
X8

Every politician is fucking full of shit,
Motives only greed and to gain from corruption,
Don't care about the people, average American,
Egotistical elitists they all make me fucking sick

Lobbiers and protests don't do a damn thing,
If you think you make a difference, your fucking insane
The lie is that we have a choice, our vote does not count
the government controls our vote that fact we do not doubt
Track Name: Can't Stop
Can't Stop, Cant Stop, Cant Stop, Ah Ah I can't X4

Drinking beer always want some more,
Substance abuse leaving me poor,
One two shots then three and four,
Nothing you really need me for

Beer and pot no pills and powder,
I don't want my brain losing any power,
In a drunk punk's room there is nothing fouler,
I'm gonna be sick in about an hour whoa

Can't Stop, Cant Stop, Cant Stop, Ah Ah I can't X2

Sure why not I'll try new things,
Snorting pills it kinda stings,
I'll take it cause I like the feeling,
Sober, hungover, and now I'm feening

Cocaine is not my drug of choice,
But sure why not I'm with my boys,
Why not even try some tar,
I hope I'm not taking drugs to far

Can't Stop, Cant Stop, Cant Stop, Ah Ah I can't X2

Waste all my money on what I'm using,
I bet by now my brain is bruising,
Don't care about the friends I'm losing,
Pop, snort, drink, and now I'm cruising

Slow it down and I'm out of luck,
Officer don't search my trunk,
Fuck it now i'll just get drunk,
I never tend to give a fuck,

Sent to rehab then to jail,
My life has become an epic fail,
Don't do drugs my parents taught,
Now I can't seem to slow down or stop

Can't Stop, Cant Stop, Cant Stop, Ah Ah I can't X4
Track Name: No Ink
No ink, no ink, my sense of style stinks
x4

I don't even have one tat,
None of the girls think I'm bad,
Sixteen tats would make me rad,
I should give into the fad

I could get a tat of which state I'm from
Cause' it really matters where I came out the womb,
I could get a tat of my Zodiac sign so all of my friends could predict my life
But I have yet to go get that ink, I should tat, a dick taking a leak
I'm just not cool enough to have that ink, my sense of style really stinks

No ink, no ink, my sense of style stinks
x4

Girls don't like my skin is plain,
Tat the leaf of mary jane
They would be like do you smoke?
Duh this tat is not a joke
Maybe I will get a tribal tat, half Mexican and white what tribe is that?

Write on me that I am bad news,
Write on me that I am a tool,
Write on me so that I look cool,
I just want to look as hip as you

I'm just not cool enough to have that ink,
My sense of style really stinks

No ink, no ink, my sense of style stinks
Track Name: I Do Drugs
Living fast forget the past I don't know if I'm gonna last,
Sprinting straight with my eyes clothes i trip and fall in broken glass,
Caution signs are passing by I sometimes feel I'm gonna die,
The world is moving but I'm stationary and I don't know why

My friends are sober moving on,
I haven't slept and now its dawn,
I quit my job I have no cash and I have got nothing to pawn

Life is quicker than I thought,
Nothing to show for what I've bought,
Fired from a bunch of jobs can't get a good one cause' of Pot

I do a bunch of fucking drugs,
From the time I wake up until I go to sleep I stay drunk,
All the bad things happening have nothing to do with luck,
Drugs and booze have taken over my life is fucked

Everything is going wrong, at first its just a little,
I meant it when I said it that I'd never use the needle,
No one trusts me it's fucked up I say it isn't me though,
Actions speak louder than words I'm labeled as a fiend, whoa

Mom and dad are crying and it's killing me inside,
Inside my head I'm getting thoughts I'm better off to die,
Unfinished college education I can't say that I tried,
I'm worried with the stuff I take my brain is gonna fry,

I'm buying booze before its noon can't look them in the eye,
Drinking by myself feel like a pussy when I cry,
I want to stop so bad, I can't and then I wonder why,
What the fuck is happening am I losing my mind? No,


I do a bunch of fucking drugs,
From the time I wake up until I go to sleep I stay drunk,
All the bad things happening have nothing to do with luck,
Drugs and booze have taken over my life is fucked!
X2
Track Name: De-Motivation
I want to quit my job,
I want to be a slob,
No problem sleeping late,
Being lazy is so fucking great

Some people are proud to have motivation,
I'd rather have complete relaxation,
Doing nothing doesn't take much concentration,
I'll lead by example through demonstration

De-motivation
For a week do not do shit!
X2

Tomorrow don't set an alarm,
For a full month do not mow your yard,
Take that list of obligations and throw it away,
Please don't do shit for one full day!

Some people are proud of accomplishments,
Working hard to build muscle and look so fit,
I only care about how late I sleep in,
I'm proud of myself when I take a big shit!

De-motivation
For a week do not do shit!
x2

De-motivation
For this whole next week I won't do shit!
Track Name: Matt Miles is Real
This is a story about my friend Matt,
He really fucked up man,
I don't know if it's bad decisions, or bad luck, but his life sucks!

Matt Miles is a pretty good guy,
Dodged twenty years prison time,
Lawyers saved his brown eye

The drug courts sent him to a place,
You can see it in his face,
He dreads it everyday

He tells me all the staff give him shit,
A methhead punched him in his dick,
It's been months since he has seen a chick

He eats the same food day after day,
He's a college graduate,
But works part time for minimum wage

Oh God please help Matt Miles,
He's been in deep shit for a while,
The rehab controls his court file,
He can still go to prison he's not in denial
X2

Matt used to have sex with chicks all the time,
Now he lives with thirty six guys,
He tells me he hates his life

The only activity he can do is vape,
And maybe lift some weights,
But he's not allowed to go on dates

At least he has a cell phone and TV,
Half comfy bed to sleep,
A clean toilet in which to pee

This year his dad made a million five,
But because of Matt Mile's crimes,
Can't bail him out this time

Oh God please help Matt Miles,
He's been in deep shit for a while,
The rehab controls his court file,
He can still go to prison he's not in denial
X2

Matt Miles is real
Track Name: Racist Cunt
Well your always fucking talking shit,
Why wont you just leave me alone
Talking shit behind my back
Your acting like this is your home

Your a fuckin racist cunt,
Talking shit about mexicans,
Cant you see no one really likes you
We all want to see you dead

Here we fucking go again,
I swear i just fucking clocked in,
Bitch is already on my ass
This time im gunna fuckin snap

Your a fuckin racist cunt
Talking shit about mexicans
Making the day drag slowly on
I think you need another tampon

Is it 4 oclock yet,,
I just wanna go home,
Jam out with my fuckin band
Write songs about how much i hate you

Your a fucking racist cunt X4
credits
from Blot Out Demo, released J
Track Name: Jack
Jack likes his pills,
Jack likes his pot,
Jack likes his blow,
Jack likes to blot,
Jack likes to steal,
Jack likes to plot,
Jack doesn't stop,
After the tenth shot

Doing bumps of H behind the wheel,
Looking for things to steal,
After years of suicidal thoughts Jack forgot how to feel

Worries family and friends,
He fucking hates himself,
Only feeling is depression Jack is just an empty shell

Don't introduce him to your mom,
He cannot hold a job,
The fuse is fucking short and he is a time bomb

There isn't much more time,
Jack has been forced to decide,
Either get well or it's time for,
Its time for

Suicide!

Jack