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 deo vazduhoplovstva, bio sam deo benda
Uvijek sam se ubacio u njenu ruku
U moju, moju maštu
Živeo sam svoj najbolji život, živim sa roditeljima
Put prije penanja i verbalnog pogona
I moj, moj, moj otkaz, hm, da
[VERSE 2]
I zaljubio sam se u dečaka, to je bio nekako hran
Bio sam Rimbaud i bio je Paul Verlaine
U moju, moju maštu
Toliko crensa i heroinskog bingesa
Izlazio sam s šarki, živim na rubovima
Moja, moja, mašta, oh, da
[Pre-hor]
Dovoljno o meni sada
Moraš razgovarati o ljudima, dušo
Ali to je vrsta ideje
[Chorus]
Kod kuće, negdje ne volim
Jedenje stvari sa motociklističkih proizvoda
Dolazeći u svoje lookalike
Ne mogu da dobijem jezik desno
Samo mi reci šta je neoblikovalo
[VERSE 3]
Znam neke torba za vakcinista torba Chic Baristas
Sjede na istoku na njihovim mjestima komunista
Pisanje o njihovim ejakulacijama
Sviđaju mi se moji ljudi kao da mi se sviđa moja kafa
Pun sojinog mlijeka i tako slatko, neće nikoga uvrijediti
Iako je bojenje stranica nacije, oh, da
[Pre-hor]
Xanax i newport
Pa, ja se brinem za svoju djecu, rekla je
[Chorus]
Najgore unutar američkih snaga
Taj osjećaj na internetu
Kao da je neko namjeravao
(Poput reklamnih cigareta)
Dijamant u grubim vagama
Dijamant sa šljunkom
[Instrumentalni most]
[Outro]
Jesam li ironski probušen? Guza moje šale?
Ili sam samo neki post-koks, prosječan, mršav čovek
Nazivajući njegovu ego maštu?
Nisam pokupio to za hiljadu četrija dana
I devet sati i šesnaest minuta, dušo
To je neka vrsta moje dnevne iteracije