growing up always kept to myself ya
never needed no nobody's help ya
doing just fine that's what i'ma tell ya
doing just fine that's what i'ma tell ya

i'ma tell you how it is and how it was
and how the hell i got this way
you see this is not my mother tongue
and talking's dumb so i don't want to conversate

you're all fucking clones fucking clones
the only thought that goes on when i walk this place
i'm not your fucking bro i'm on my own
generation Y why are you all the same?

i get dejavu with everyone i meet
gotta break out soon before it happens to me
it's like they cartoons always in the same thing
gotta break the fourth wall man i gotta break free
man we gotta break free

i been here for too long
too long acting cool calm
it's bout time i move on
it's bout time for new gods

i been here for too long
too long acting cool calm
it's bout time i move on
it's bout time for new gods

growing up always kept to myself ya
never needed no nobody's help ya
doing just fine that's what i'ma tell ya
doing just fine that's what i'ma tell ya

why waste money making wishes in a well?
should invest in yourself yea i'm tryna break the bank
i been having visions having visions of me eating competition
but before i do just let me say grace

all these kitties like blanca i don't let em save face
not feeling nada, i just leave a blank slate
tell em it's my village, it's time to vacate
sound like a high horse how often they naysay

hit the hay think it's great that they sleeping on me heavy
wide awake in this state lucid dreaming like i'm freddy
watch me levitate like eleven closing the gate
my mind never flays i feel like holding my fate
the world's mine

i been here for too long
too long acting cool calm
it's bout time i move on
it's bout time for new gods

i been here for too long
too long acting cool calm
it's bout time i move on
it's bout time for new gods

New Gods

now i’m a shy guy
find i
twiddling my fingers
in the corner at a party
cus i’m bored of always starting
a conservation that dies
amalgamation devices
of getting people to talk
i’m wishing that i was psychic

she fiddling on her sidekick
probably texting superman
i’m watching how she move her hands
plotting all these who’s and when’s
fuckboys conducing plans, make her lose her pants
but given the chance, I'd honestly do the same

see i’m the bitch here, you can call me louis lane
and these strangers are my kryptonite, can hardly use my brain
no tricks up my sleeve cus my cards are all in play
and she tells me that i lost
i forgot what was the game

shuffle the deck again
mumble that we best as friends
and i agree whole-heartedly
but we can be benefriends
i won’t catch feelings
was never good at sports
or paying attention; never something that i could afford

i’m broke honey
no money to buy you flowers
or take you out on a date
we can eat out in the shower
that’s a 5-star restaurant
my god, wettest spot
didn’t expect rain
next date, bring an umbrella

but none of this happens...
i’m in the corner
twiddle thumbs, just imagining
i want you bad, miss
but you will never know it cus I keep it to myself
it’s like looking at a book
trying to read it on the shelf

crack spines
see if your energies match mine
blasting for this gold, striking matches in mines
when will i feel like the goddamn man again?
panhandling
this point i’d settle for mannequins

i front, but lately i’ve been lonely as fuck
and nobody’s got my back
no one holding me up
heart beating like this meat is just as cold as the cut
same lame twiddle patterning that flows through my thumbs
it’s never done
piano like thelonious monk

i twiddle thumbs

not dante opus

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