She was part of the Air Force, I was part of the band
I always used to bust into her hand
In my, my, my imagination
I was living my best life, living with my parents
She was part of the Air Force, I was part of the band
I always used to bust into her hand
In my, my, my imagination
I was living my best life, living with my parents
Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants
And my, my, my cancellation, hm, yeah
[Verse 2]
And I fell in love with a boy, it was kinda lame
I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine
In my, my, my imagination
So many cringes and heroin binges
I was coming off the hinges, living on the fringes
Of my, my, my imagination, oh, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Enough about me now
You gotta talk about the people, baby
But that's kind of the idea
[Chorus]
At home, somewhere I don't like
Eating stuff off of motorbikes
Coming to her lookalikes
I can't get the language right
Just tell me what's unladylike
[Verse 3]
I know some Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas
Sitting in east on their communista keisters
Writing about their ejaculations
I like my men like I like my coffee
Full of soy milk and so sweet, it won't offend anybody
Whilst staining the pages of the nation, oh, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
A Xanax and a Newport
Well I take care of my kids, she said
[Chorus]
The worst inside of us begets
That feeling on the internet
It's like someone intended it
(Like advertising cigarettes)
A diamond in the rough begets
The diamond with a scruff you get
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Outro]
Am I ironically woke? The butt of my joke?
Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke
Calling his ego imagination?
I've not picked up that in a thousand four hundred days
And nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe
It's kind of my daily iteration
Alikuwa sehemu ya Jeshi la Anga, nilikuwa sehemu ya bendi
Siku zote nilikuwa nikiingia mikononi mwake
Katika yangu, yangu, mawazo yangu
Nilikuwa naishi maisha yangu bora, nikiishi na wazazi wangu
Njia kabla ya toba ya kulipia na ya maneno
Na yangu, yangu, kufuta kwangu, HM, ndio
[Mstari wa 2]
Na nilimpenda mvulana, ilikuwa vilema
Nilikuwa Rimbaud na alikuwa Paul Verlaine
Katika yangu, yangu, mawazo yangu
Cringe nyingi na binges za heroin
Nilikuwa nikitoka kwenye bawaba, nikiishi kwenye pindo
Yangu, yangu, mawazo yangu, oh, ndio
[Pre-Chorus]
Inatosha juu yangu sasa
Lazima uzungumze juu ya watu, mtoto
Lakini hiyo ni aina ya wazo
[Chorus]
Nyumbani, mahali pengine sipendi
Kula vitu mbali na pikipiki
Kuja kwa sura zake
Siwezi kupata lugha sawa
Niambie tu kile kisicho sawa
[Mstari wa 3]
Najua chanjo ya chanjo ya baristas ya chanjo
Kuketi Mashariki juu ya Wakomunisti wao Keista
Kuandika juu ya utaftaji wao
Napenda wanaume wangu kama napenda kahawa yangu
Kamili ya maziwa ya soya na tamu sana, haitakosea mtu yeyote
Wakati wa kurasa kurasa za taifa, oh, ndio
[Pre-Chorus]
Xanax na Newport
Vizuri ninawatunza watoto wangu, alisema
[Chorus]
Mbaya zaidi ndani yetu huzaa
Hisia hiyo kwenye mtandao
Ni kama mtu aliyekusudia
(Kama matangazo ya sigara)
Almasi katika kuzaa mbaya
Almasi na scruff unayopata
[Daraja la Ala]
[Outro]
Je! Ninaamka kwa kweli? Kitako cha utani wangu?
Au mimi ni mtu wa baada ya kukabiliana na coke, wastani, ngozi ya ngozi
Kuita mawazo yake ya ego?
Sijachukua hiyo kwa siku elfu mia nne
Na masaa tisa na dakika kumi na sita, babe
Ni aina ya iteration yangu ya kila siku