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Where We Are
I'm at the
bar, in my jeans, and the
shirt I
copped from Target Talking to some pretty ladies, said their blouses' from the
forest I
said “great!” I
don't make clothes, but I
could probably make those Unravel, simple stitches, when I
cut my fucking BEAT LOW No tops, no ceilings, outside, old buildings Looking like an indie picture that they made for the
kids But this kid ain't having it, 'cause roofs have advantages I
really ain't a
fan of all this rain in my drink SO DUMP IT OUT And grab a
fresh jawn. (Then) on to the
next one Cup runneth over; I
am feeling upper echelon Mistakes have been made, and my attitude is shitty But that's not reason enough to have this party turn pity So we ohhing 'til the
sunrise, loose ends untied Hands stay dumb high, sipping on that Mumbai Gin and tonics grease the
wheels. Lemon, lime; the
rhines are peeled (We're) monsters in the
city so let's run this town like Cloverfield Raise the
roof, love the
chase Let it burn with every taste Sipping hard until it's easy And you're feening for the
bass Light's on, cut em' off We don't need them shits at all We are blind to all their facts But we are happy where we are Happy where we are Happy where we are Happy where we are We are blind, blind, blind We are happy where we are Robots can't drink but I
know that I
can Even on a
double dose of Zicam Ditch that riffraff Antibodies, opiates, and arms traded Like my veins were taipan This the
part of the
night where I
black out Two sheets to the
wind, need a
snack now No sheets, no wawa. Only ROFO in this town Stop playing, Jerry Stackhouse I
got my vices, they got their ices And they booby trapped – all the
nice shit So take a
knee man – and drink a
Smirnoff It's not my cup of tea – so I
veer off I'm on my way now, vision quest style Headphones, and my battery has full pow(er) Fuck a
cab, 'cause the
music drives me Sober ride time, 'cause my mind got high beamed The
Gatorade soothes me, but I'm choosy Original colors, 'cause the
others never wooed me No problem, I'm on that fruit punch Can't bully me, I
never lose lunch In other words I
rarely vomit (The) frequency is that of the
Halley Comet Unless I'm on the
mic: then it's fairly common Ipecac to the
stomach like I'm purging Ramen Raise the
roof, love the
chase Let it burn with every taste Sipping hard until it's easy And you're feening for the
bass Light's on, cut em' off We don't need them shits at all We are blind to all their facts But we are happy where we are Happy where we are Happy where we are Happy where we are We are blind, blind, blind We are happy where we are Then the
sun comes back, and my lungs are full of air again Recall the
night's events, hope I
wasn't acting arrogant But I
probably was, I
was sipping on the
Seraphin Purchased by some bourgeois broads who thought I
was a
terrapin Goddamn, I'm a
turtle with a
hard shell Stubborn as a
used car dealer with his hard sell But I
ain't buying it, I
can still retire this Put the
bottle down, pick it up, and get high again Raise the
roof, love the
chase Let it burn with every taste Sipping hard until it's easy And you're feening for the
bass Light's on, cut em' off We don't need them shits at all We are blind to all their facts But we are happy where we are Happy where we are Happy where we are Happy where we are We are blind, blind, blind We are happy where we are
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