just because i think you’re cool
doesn’t mean you get me hot and bothered
every time we end up alone
at the bleachers of the football field
of your dad’s old high school
listening to “never meant”
and we’re too smart for basing choices on young adult novels
too old for comfort, too young for nostalgia 
i caught you on the freeway on the way to the airport
turning heads in traffic jams
i don’t ever want to miss you
i just want to get sugar high with you on krispy kreme donuts
so i can listen to you ramble on about the future
in two-thousand-and-whatever
just because i think you’re cool
just because i think you’re cool
just because i think you’re cute
doesn’t mean i talk about you daily
so you’re the only one who knows ‘cause it’s subject
to misinterpretation, you know how it goes
when our best friends feed off hearsay
do you ever want to kiss me like a dude
after i compliment your nails as an excuse to hold them
and if the answer’s “yes” then i’ll have to decline
but if it’s “no” the term is yours to define
i don’t always think about you
i just want to sneak out with you at midnight and get in-n-out milkshakes
and maybe you’ll teach me to forget
the kids that made me forget how to love myself
i don’t always listen to modern baseball
but when i do the neighbors play it with my windows
but at least you have a way to sneak in without permission
but only if you want to

getting milkshakes

tha bank closed )-; /cant fvck a bitch/ FEAT qwiley [prod. skurvy]

T reXXX

RED RUM RED RUM RED RUM

This one goes harder than DPRSN

Red Rum

Clear Polish for Runny Tights

only tasty under certain circumstances

recorded in my bedroom on an iphone 7

Lemon Love

Lemon Love (demo)

Demo1

first single from debut album "hottest love, coldest end" by the cautious.

San  Diego

I died a little when you asked of me
What’s so cool about the arts and the humanities
So I took you to the art museum exit
Confess I only liked you for the aesthetic
I’d shoot my chances but you’d shoot me down
But if you shoot me a glance I’m gonna shoot a photo of it
And I’ll drop the pictures and I’ll drop my jaw
And you’ll drop me promptly and I’ll drop a song about it
And if they ask me what’s crackalackin
I’ll keep it all inside
I’ve got your number on my phone
Set on speed dial number 9
I wrote a page about you on Wikipedia
As in the free encyclopedia
That anyone can edit, hosted by the Wikimedia Foundation, Incorporated
I don’t wear jeans
And I don’t like shoes
And I don’t like many things
But I like you
And I like trees
And I like food
I like a lot of things
But that doesn’t mean I think less about you
And I know it sounds ironic, possibly moronic
But I only wanna kiss you if you take it as platonic
If my face turns red, I’ll just let you know
It’s just the dust from the crumbs of my Hot Cheetos
And I don’t really mind if you don’t listen to my music
I’m just down to hang like we’re in Salem, Massachusetts
We can be like Carrie by Stephen King
And we can bring this party down
I say “you’re cute”
You say “I know”
I say “I think I like you”
You say “thanks bro”
And I leave you on read
With my hands behind my head
Patiently awaiting reciprocation but instead
I text you hey
You say what’s up
I ask you what you doin’
Not much
And I say cool
And that’s that
And you don’t even hit me with the “Where you at”
I was talking with your mom the other day
At the Safeway parking lot
She said “do you like my daughter”
And I almost said a lot
Then I thought yeah I should tell her
So I told her “yeah a lot”
And she told me “well she likes you too”
And I’m like holy fuck
I mean I’m like holy shit
I mean I’m like oh my god 
I mean I’m like oh my gosh
I mean I think I forgot
What I said right after that
But I do know that
Your mom looked at me up and down
And nodded and just smiled
What was that supposed to mean?
Did she silently judge me?
Just because I don’t work out
And my posture tends to slouch
Does she think you have low standards
What was that stuff all about?
I almost turned away but then she stopped me in my tracks
And said “I thought you were gay, it’s just the way that you seem”
I said “what’d you think the bi in bisexual means”
And she said “I look at her and I look at you”
And she paused for a little and said “you’ll do”
‘Cause you don’t wear jeans
And you don’t like shoes
And you don’t like many things
But I like you
And you like trees
And you like food
You like a lot of things
But that doesn’t mean I think less about you

What's Crackalackin

wee woo wee woo im the dance police

-vince

getting milkshakes

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