Lucid as a daydream, loosies in the pastries
Y'all fuckers coulda fooled me dude, we looking for the same thing Be it pose, posture, photo, portrait or painting
Every frozen moment look like footage from the 80s
Footage from the 80s
Footage from the 80s
How it look so comfortable when memories is Hades Be it pose, posture, photo, portrait or painting
Every frozen moment look like footage from the 80s
I keep calm as I can, for all our benefits
But in practice I’m a set aside them sentiments
Half of them motherfuckers ain't been taxed but still got into shit
I watch em fall asleep, I watch em sacrifice they innocent
How much of that I been complicit in?
The fickle and the sick they both a cynical bunch
The middle a front
My back a bitch
I couldn't sit for a month
Pausing that I guess, all this bag of stress, got me acting fresh Keeping calm a sucker’s game, I’m in the paint but out of breath And couldn’t read them number straight, 888-I’m-unafraid
I called until the my fingers ached, until the ringer sounded strange Crawled into a hole and everybody said ‘don't ever change’
I took from that a fear of open skies and sunny days
There’s a cost, and it's huge
I tried to hide the truth but I got lost and confused
I was Aquaman in shoes
Tried to talk me back to earth, they wound up shouting at the moon I never mean to disappoint, although I do
That's my broken point of view
Everything I touch will turn confused
Rose a cup, broke a dutch at the what I meant to do saloon
I been accused of many things, but never heard the word confused I never mean to disappoint, although I do
Lucid as a daydream, loosies in the pastries
Lucid as a daydream, loosies in the pastries
Lucid as a daydream, loosies in the pastries
Y'all fuckers coulda fooled me dude, we looking for the same thing
Footage from the 80s
Footage from the 80s
How it look so comfortable when memories is Hades Be it pose, posture, photo, portrait or painting
Every frozen moment look like footage from the 80s
That’s what happens to main characters when they lose they main characters And something broke that they ain't know was there at first, like 1st Mariner I’ll drink to that, you'll eat your words, it's jerks vs amateurs
Oedipus to Aaron Burr, Frank can be my manager
I never woulda thought I woulda never even thought
I walk around like everybody’s here to watch me get involved
So what am I to do? Funny stuff, jokes is not inopportune
But I'm afraid this clock will never tock for you
I been thinking bout my handprints, I been thinking bout my legacy I been standing still for hours without making no new memories
I never look at photos, ain’t no mirror been no friend to me
Silence is too deafening to write, without amphetamine
Aye yo the bitches, like G-Money said to us man
I wash my, wrist of stigmata in the ocean of sand
I found a note in the freezer, I’ma leave it unread
I figure anything important he would say from my fridge