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01 . P-O-P-P-L-E |
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02 . The Heist |
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03 . Puppy Dog |
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04 . Better Version of Ourselves |
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05 . Sand Castles |
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06 . Kevin |
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07 . You've Got To (f. Sammy Blaze & Flip) |
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08 . Turnaway |
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09 . Capn' Softside |
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10 . Milk, Eggs & Bread |
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11 . Sven McDiddle |
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12 . Scivvies |
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13 . What Did You Say? |
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14 . Given |
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15 . Biography of a Band |
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16 . Trebuchet |
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17 . Goodnight |
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18 . Thank You (Please Call Again) |
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In-n-out burger, California burrito
Give me sushi, fish tacos; I’ll be happy and complete-o
With a bento box I wear sandals not socks
I pull out the stops on my steel stringed box
Daily mass rocker - I’m a loud pew talker
Belt’n out hymns like I’m singing in the opera
Sand Diego’s fresh always sporting warm weather
Indiana’s cold so I’m breaking out the sweater
D-caf
Coffee with espresso, hold up where did he go
Ichi ni san shi all the way to Tokyo
Georgia, Florida, Monterey, San Diego, home
If Virginia is for lovers where the heck am I from?
Modesty is honestly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen
So if you want to dance with me - you bring your personality
I play the drums in a band called Popple
I’m like the maple syrup on your walnut waffle
Keepin it real and setting the vibe
Is just how I roll when I’m behind these guys
Hailing from the best, in the upper Midwest
Is where I keep my nest, you can be my guest
In the Land of Lincoln, that’s where I’ve been thinking
But I ain’t braggin, yo look at that station wagon!
I’m not a groupie, I’m really with the band
I don’t like sticks I prefer to use my hands
I travel with the band as we bounce to your town
But basically I just follow them around
Yo
My name is Kyle I’m here to make smile
All the ladies dig me cause I got so much style
So listen up, hear, the words I say, clear
There’s nothing to, fear, I’m in my 26th year
My cribs in Indiana, where the corn cobs grow
And during the winter, you can bet it will snow
Yeah, I went to college so that I could know
To rap this sweet, don’t take a 4.0
I do all my shopping at the thrifty stores
Decks of cards plus the jokers come in fifty fours
I know how to play euchre, how to count, how to read
I’ve never done drugs, not even the weed
I’ve been around the world, spent a year in Honduras
Put Popple on hold, but that didn’t deter us
When the Lord has a message there ain’t no way to stop it
He can even use Popple and the devil can’t top it
We sing original jams, and play guitar with our hands
We have abandoned our plans, that worldly life demands
And so we rock with this band, and we joyfully stand
And we’ll do it, to the whole land
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