Tekst piosenki
[Verse]
Blinds open; sitting at a desk, malingering
All of these keys that I keep fingering
Never opening locks; time tocks, the tick is Heather Brooke
Making eye contact, but I never look
Don’t look down; heart sucked of its life force
Asking fortune tellers „What the fuck do I try for!?”
All of this is pretentiously deliberate
Or it’s the reverse; I don’t care, contrivance delivered it
Dreamt I kissed a white girl with my liver lips, woke up, and wished I didn’t remember it
Playing a song from The Decemberists
No drive in my engine; gassed; wasting my pension
It’s a shame, but I do not feel it
Eating processed food faster than they can seal it
Somehow, I graduated from a dreamer to realist
There is no longer a safe place
Now I’m in a Safeway, bagging for white people who hate Drake
Listening to Marvin’s Room when I take breaks
Overturning sugar bowls, searching for a sweetness to life
Maybe find the reason I’m alive
I can’t tell anymore; I don’t know anymore
They don’t hold any doors when it comes to opportunity
I know ‘cause I’m the doormat…
Society doesn’t support that
But I support it, out of good character
We always leave „north” out when we say America
Everyone is self-centered, I’m building a „self” center
You are not invited; no membership packages
No special rooms for your drug-addled actresses
No „basics” around to say what kind of rap this is…
Just Melvin Burch eating pizza on a mattress, bitch
[Hook]
I should not care what you’re doing…
Doing everything just to keep you from booing…
I wanna sit still, but I can’t stop moving…
I don’t know what I’m doing… I don’t know what I’m doing, but I know that…
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