if you grew up with white boys
who only look at black and puerto rican p****
because they want something their dad dont got,
then you know where youre at.
mortaring your ear holes shut in a rush with wet c**e
in a starbucks bathroom with the door closed
on booze, im left in residue and confused.
like the first time you used soft water,
down on my luck caught unaware like houdini when the last fist struck
sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
sucking d*** for drink tickets at the free bar at my cousins bat mitzvah,
put in the punch-line and it aint no joke.
devoid of all hope, circus mirrors and pot smoke.
picking fights on d***-night with shirlies and lokes
and s*****ing purses, doing out on karaoke and forgetting all the verses.
blowing kisses to disinterested b******,
playing lead lay in a bad way on broadway,
sending s**y instant messages to my exs new man, cause i can.
on the road, trying to break it open.
eating p**** for new things, i am
what the hell, using purell til my hands bleed and swell.
missing mail at a motel 6, im unwell.
if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
physics-citing, touching your hand writing.
getting h**** by reading it and repeating for me.
intently staring at the picture of your feet on the sticker
at the art crown exhibit, i wonder who's sicker.
jerking off in an art museum john til my d*** hurts.
the kind of s*** i wont admit to my head shrinker,
not even in a whisper to my own little sister.
i just act like a d*** and talk s*** when im with her.
at 6, i say the friday before easter was not, but i cried to myself in the p*****.
and with you in the front row at the silver jews show,
you act like you didnt notice, now few with the role.
it shortens pizza barnacle six was overwhelming and not too similar to this.
if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
at jacob hands-on tour, i wake up,
hung over on a hardwood floor from them, got here dressed.
turns out, for your little b******,
id rather be dead than call this song how i lost your respect
but god bless her, get neglected.
and youll see when the sun sets east, dont forget me
who only look at black and puerto rican p****
because they want something their dad dont got,
then you know where youre at.
mortaring your ear holes shut in a rush with wet c**e
in a starbucks bathroom with the door closed
on booze, im left in residue and confused.
like the first time you used soft water,
down on my luck caught unaware like houdini when the last fist struck
sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
sucking d*** for drink tickets at the free bar at my cousins bat mitzvah,
put in the punch-line and it aint no joke.
devoid of all hope, circus mirrors and pot smoke.
picking fights on d***-night with shirlies and lokes
and s*****ing purses, doing out on karaoke and forgetting all the verses.
blowing kisses to disinterested b******,
playing lead lay in a bad way on broadway,
sending s**y instant messages to my exs new man, cause i can.
on the road, trying to break it open.
eating p**** for new things, i am
what the hell, using purell til my hands bleed and swell.
missing mail at a motel 6, im unwell.
if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
physics-citing, touching your hand writing.
getting h**** by reading it and repeating for me.
intently staring at the picture of your feet on the sticker
at the art crown exhibit, i wonder who's sicker.
jerking off in an art museum john til my d*** hurts.
the kind of s*** i wont admit to my head shrinker,
not even in a whisper to my own little sister.
i just act like a d*** and talk s*** when im with her.
at 6, i say the friday before easter was not, but i cried to myself in the p*****.
and with you in the front row at the silver jews show,
you act like you didnt notice, now few with the role.
it shortens pizza barnacle six was overwhelming and not too similar to this.
if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
if im sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am.
at jacob hands-on tour, i wake up,
hung over on a hardwood floor from them, got here dressed.
turns out, for your little b******,
id rather be dead than call this song how i lost your respect
but god bless her, get neglected.
and youll see when the sun sets east, dont forget me