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
Bila je dio zrakoplovstva, bio sam dio benda
Uvijek sam joj ubacio u ruku
U mojoj, mojoj, mojoj mašti
Živio sam svoj najbolji život, živio s roditeljima
PUTO PRIJE PLAĆENE PEDANJE I VERBALNI POSTAVNICI
I moje, moje, moje otkazivanje, HM, da
[Stih 2]
I zaljubio sam se u dječaka, bilo je nekako hrom
Bio sam Rimbaud, a on Paul Verlaine
U mojoj, mojoj, mojoj mašti
Toliko cingea i heroina bingesa
Silazio sam sa šarki, živjela na rubu
Od mog, moje, moje mašte, o, da, da
[Predhorus]
Dosta o meni sada
Moraš razgovarati o ljudima, dušo
Ali to je vrsta ideje
[Zbor]
Kod kuće, negdje mi se ne sviđa
Jedenje stvari od motocikala
Dolazeći u njezine lookalikes
Ne mogu ispraviti jezik
Samo mi reci što je neobrazovan
[Stih 3]
Znam neke vaccinista torbe chic baristas
Sjedeći na istoku na svojim Communista Kestersima
Pisanje o njihovim ejakulacijama
Sviđaju mi se moji muškarci kao da volim svoju kavu
Pun sojinog mlijeka i tako slatko, nikoga neće uvrijediti
Dok bojenje stranice nacije, oh, da, da
[Predhorus]
Xanax i Newport
Pa ja se brinem za svoju djecu, rekla je
[Zbor]
Najgori u nama rađaju se
Taj osjećaj na Internetu
Kao da je netko to namjeravao
(Poput oglašavanja cigareta)
Dijamant u grubim gegetima
Dijamant s škrtima koji dobijete
[Instrumentalni most]
[Outro]
Jesam li ironično probudio? Stražnjica moje šale?
Ili sam samo neki postkoke, prosječan, mršav momak
Nazivajući njegovu ego maštu?
Nisam to pokupio za tisuću četiri stotine dana
I devet sati i šesnaest minuta, dušo
To je vrsta moje svakodnevne iteracije