a song about being awkward and trying to be less-so

lyrics:

Come up from the gutters of the streets say hello
Make a new friend every day young fellow
Get up off the pavement green into yellow
It's a nuisance these dramatics may melo- 

On two feet face the day hurry up
You think about yourself it's embarrassing 

My skin's falling off old clothes gotta
Hold on my new skin woes
Apples off the tree house sprouting new newtons on the daily
Words of the others don't fail me
Dropping off the old box in my inbox box full of boxed in bawk bawk chickens
Happen at the same time that the world finna stop spinning 
Binning never seems to stop winning

Come up from the gutters of the streets say hello
Make a new friend every day young fellow
Get up off the pavement green into yellow
It's a nuisance these dramatics may melo- 

I can't look in the mirror with these clothes on
My eyes are someone else's 
And everyone is melting 

Well well well tumble down a well 
Crumble when I fell stumble when I quell humble when I tell
All the party people that their Ford
Focus getting repoed
I'm the man smiling at the funeral
Etching out the date in Roman numerals
And just when you thought that the dead were buried and gone
I'm there at the front of your lawn screaming out 

Come up from the gutters of the streets say hello
Make a new friend every day young fellow
Get up off the pavement green into yellow
It's a nuisance these dramatics may melo- 

Can't turn back now

hello

an instrumental that makes you feel awkward

hello (instrumental)

A song about procrastination and its damning effects. Been sitting on the track for about a couple of years, fittingly.

Lyrics:

Saturday in the park in the dark
In a spark of motivation mixed with yesterday's snark
I take a wad of cash from the undisclosed stash
In the corner of my mattress and I make it slap-dash
Hit up the arcade with my slips faded jade
Turn the paper into metal, got the cabinets afraid
I got all night procrastination is a plight
And I grew up with nothing to show
(Did I do it right?)

Spending all my quaters on the bright lights
Blending into night life
Relating to gamers is the zeitgeist
Knowing damn well that I won't get far
Tapdancing on my future like it's DDR (feel it)

(Can you feel it)
(Can you feel it)
(Can you feel it) 
I can't feel nothing when I blink and another year passes
(Can you feel it)
Oh no
(Can you feel-)
The world's in a damn hurry, make something of yourself before it crashes
(Can you feel it)
Oh no

2am and the doors lock 
Hoping that the tick-tock point the night owls back to their flock
A human construct it's all the same
Man I swear, just one more game (fuck)
Fast-forward to another screen that I haven't seen in five whole hours 
Greets me with a keen recollection where I've been
Not chess so this queen's got too much power
Taking up my free time and the "well we'll see" time 
And the "gotta get to bed as early as can be" time
Yeah, I know it seems fine well before the rewind 
Makes it clear to me that I'm another year behind
Is the pain ever growing just a snake bite? 
Maybe it's a great white, or the hand of time moving late night?
Self control will take you to such great heights
Which explains why I'm stuck in the mud
(Did I do it right?)

*Chorus*

They say you can always change
That it's never too late
Would've been nice if I was still in my 20's
But now the words don't compensate

I grew up with nothing to show
Which explains why I'm stuck in the mud
The world ain't fitting to slow
So why the hell is my blood?
(Did I do it right?)

DI-DI-R

The instrumental that makes you feel like another year has passed you by.

DI-DI-R (Instrumental)

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