I see specters in my reflection, send me directly to corrections
The collective turns records to wreckage in less than several seconds
Triple sevens every session, sex in the setlist ascension
Pay attention and make the check out to my sense of self-expression
And don't expect respect cause I don't settle for the shortbread
Tracks take em out back and carve "Shark" in their foreheads
And just a little death and devil's lettuce kept my horns red
California-King floorboards and twenty dollar fortunes, shit
You know I'm inbound, hit the ground pounding the pavement
Made my daily basis abrasive, their range is: paper planes when it's raining
They mimic imitations, I reminisce on sticky situations
In the getaway whip with what all my yesterdays meant on a playlist
The cavalry has arrived spitting Calgary jerseys live
My catastrophes look sublime and take practice swings at your ride
While I slap my knee and align her anatomy into mine
Can't be fast asleep till I die, I just pack my weed and I'm fine
And I don't know what it's all about
But I just wanna make it rhyme to make you think about it
And I don't know what it's all about
But I just wanna make it rhyme to make you think about it
And I don't know what it's all about
But I just wanna make it rhyme to make you think about it
And I don't know what it's all about
And I don't know what it's all about
Heavily requested just to set some records straight
Throwing penniless hands whenever we couldn't catch a break
Me and the cityscape do not separate, I laced the lemonade
And do nothing less than levitate to commemorate the better days
Or the nights I should've met my fate, when we needed something to celebrate
I investigate my woes with ghosts that don't forget a face
But I digress to make any angel of death hesitate
Or pencil in a second date; if they give my name, that's a bet to take
Vultures on my bed frame, sirens singing lullabies
Ironic I could rob them blind while filling eyes with dollar signs
Like duty calls, I drag my balls across the dotted line
He's lightning in a bottle shop followed by a falling sky
It's no one's fault but mine you can't meet expectations
Your penmanship can suck a and you double check your motivation
I'm coming home with loaded bases, Coachella in your local basement
Know your place, my closing statement is a detonation
Boom
And I don't know what it's all about
But I just wanna make it rhyme to make you think about it
And I don't know what it's all about
But I just wanna make it rhyme to make you think about it
And I don't know what it's all about
But I just wanna make it rhyme to make you think about it
And I don't know what it's all about
And I don't know what it's all about
Shouts to no one in particular
Spare me the serendipity, just empty out the register
And I'm still smoking by the river
It's a mixture of living and then missing the bigger picture, go figure
Have you ever seen the sunrise, dumb high
On a bus ride through South Side, I'd prefer it
Have you ever started a circus
You ever desert a sense of certainty on a search for your purpose on purpose
One song away from paying my rent
Fishing off the edge of where the sidewalk ends
And I get nervous when these serpents all resemble my friends
But I bury it till flowers grow up out of my head
I'm looking half-empty, but I don't mind the extra space
I need a change in setting, maybe somewhere that's worth the wait
But I'd settle for self-assurance or to vanish for a day