Uploaded February 2019 | Updated September 2026, 3 days ago
been going through a rough patch; decided to write about it
SOUNDCLOUD: bit.ly/2STzZGf
mixed & mastered by: @oldschoolbumps
recorded in: my car
Lyrics:
I’m talking in cursive
‘Cause the beer is cheap
It hurts to please, no cap
Like a geezer knee
I’m cheek to cheek with nostalgia
Fell like refer leaves I can’t smoke
Blow this pop-stand like TNT
My mental no joke
This a dark comedy
Social life a quota
I’m being followed, keep
Both cornea close
To the chip on my shoulder
All these grown men in strollers
I pass going through motions
Balance all that I’m after
Holes in the plot like the plaster
I punch knowing disaster
Had struck enough in my sleep
Enough when I eat, buddy
I’m brushing my teeth
‘Till they white as the lies
I tell myself to find peace
As sad as that is
I’m staring in the mirror
Acting weird to get me laughing
Drawing up designs again
Working on the fashion
But nothing matters when you
Find the quicksand patches
Man I trip, fall backwards
In a ziplock. Backwoods
Get a lick, roll, pass it
Till I’m tip toe standing
In a bathroom panting
And I’m left arm grasping
Think it went numb, panic
Knew that this would happen
God dammit
We need apps for fast food delivery
I need naps to pass time like little league
Folks spazz bout one tweet
They didn’t read
And seek offense like blitz called
Get off my D
Too many cooks
At your favorite diner
White robes turned to MAGA hats
Hail the kaiser
Don’t put your torches up
‘Cause a lover of the craft
Getting morsels for his supper. But alas
Recording for the buzzards on a calf
Viewing beef chew grass
Like a famished hovercraft
New Glarus in the flask
Not stopping ‘till it hops a perfect crescent
There’s reasons to be happy
Smile so bright, you merk a dentist
My bad
This misfit heavy handed
Two gauntlets
Holding up my veggie sandwich
Damn kid, that trusty steed
Might be scared of heights
Got more thoughts
Than you could stick inside a terabyte
Mighty morph into a dino
For the paradigm, this ferris ride
Circles ‘till the butter fucking clarifies
Seeing better times than Mr. Fahrenheit
Kitten clean his plate
From his mouth
He pull a herring spine
Talking sweet as Caroline
Or a window-cooling cherry pie
Beat a pussy up like Tom & Jerry fights
This that Berenstain back to Berenstein
Living check to check
‘Till I’m frickin’ Twitter verified
Tabs
*DISCLAIMER*
Instrumental owned by Tyler, the Creator and his affiliates; altered for personal use only & not for profit.
been going through a rough patch; decided to write about it
SOUNDCLOUD: bit.ly/2STzZGf
mixed & mastered by: @oldschoolbumps
recorded in: my car
Lyrics:
I’m talking in cursive
‘Cause the beer is cheap
It hurts to please, no cap
Like a geezer knee
I’m cheek to cheek with nostalgia
Fell like refer leaves I can’t smoke
Blow this pop-stand like TNT
My mental no joke
This a dark comedy
Social life a quota
I’m being followed, keep
Both cornea close
To the chip on my shoulder
All these grown men in strollers
I pass going through motions
Balance all that I’m after
Holes in the plot like the plaster
I punch knowing disaster
Had struck enough in my sleep
Enough when I eat, buddy
I’m brushing my teeth
‘Till they white as the lies
I tell myself to find peace
As sad as that is
I’m staring in the mirror
Acting weird to get me laughing
Drawing up designs again
Working on the fashion
But nothing matters when you
Find the quicksand patches
Man I trip, fall backwards
In a ziplock. Backwoods
Get a lick, roll, pass it
Till I’m tip toe standing
In a bathroom panting
And I’m left arm grasping
Think it went numb, panic
Knew that this would happen
God dammit
We need apps for fast food delivery
I need naps to pass time like little league
Folks spazz bout one tweet
They didn’t read
And seek offense like blitz called
Get off my D
Too many cooks
At your favorite diner
White robes turned to MAGA hats
Hail the kaiser
Don’t put your torches up
‘Cause a lover of the craft
Getting morsels for his supper. But alas
Recording for the buzzards on a calf
Viewing beef chew grass
Like a famished hovercraft
New Glarus in the flask
Not stopping ‘till it hops a perfect crescent
There’s reasons to be happy
Smile so bright, you merk a dentist
My bad
This misfit heavy handed
Two gauntlets
Holding up my veggie sandwich
Damn kid, that trusty steed
Might be scared of heights
Got more thoughts
Than you could stick inside a terabyte
Mighty morph into a dino
For the paradigm, this ferris ride
Circles ‘till the butter fucking clarifies
Seeing better times than Mr. Fahrenheit
Kitten clean his plate
From his mouth
He pull a herring spine
Talking sweet as Caroline
Or a window-cooling cherry pie
Beat a pussy up like Tom & Jerry fights
This that Berenstain back to Berenstein
Living check to check
‘Till I’m frickin’ Twitter verified
Tabs
*DISCLAIMER*
Instrumental owned by Tyler, the Creator and his affiliates; altered for personal use only & not for profit.
