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Oh how I’d like to cry
But I can’t
Cause all the stupid shit
All the stupid shit

No babes online
No babes online
Gotta go outside
No babes online

Gotta get fit, gotta get ripped
Gotta make shit, Gotta not flip
Buy that dip, shits gonna be lit,
FOMO trip, YOLO blitz

Gotta get my shit, from my guy downtown
Gotta take my shit, gotta to stay on time
Gotta show up fit, no clown (no clown)
Gotta sell this shit, trick them with my rhyme

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, swipe left
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, swipe left
Binge, work, lift, lift, lift, no sleep
Rizzin, rizzin, rizzin, riz, no cap, no creep

Every morning suit and tie 
Ain’t nobody know, heads held high
Only seeing mirrors, onlyfans. Better
take what you can then pull up the ladder

Topical shit, get that tiktok fix
Look fly for my guys no brazil butt chicks
Bros before hoes, up and at em, rock and roll
So what I’m a little drunk, do it for the gram, let’s go

Gotta pay for that shit, some quality shit
Some equality shit, some equity shit
Fair chance for a guy, who is white, who ain’t fly
Why even try, when I’m just gonna die (FOMO)

Pull up your bootstraps, join the rate race 
Apply for a job, you just (won’t get it)
Comb your hair, stand up straight
clean your room, (you fuckin disgrace)

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, drink
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, drink
Binge, work, lift, lift, lift, no sleep
Rizzin, rizzin, rizzin, riz, no cap, no creep

Every morning suit and tie 
Ain’t nobody know, heads held high
Only seeing mirrors, onlyfans. Better
take what you can then pull up the ladder

Oh how I’d like to cry
But I can’t
Cause all the stupid shit
All the stupid shit

Polka

No babes online
No time to cry
Gotta go outside
No babes online

no babes online

I lost my job just the other day
So I broke my lease, and moved away
I still gotta eat, I go shopping
And I find a bottle of pinot noir
For 99 cents
99 cents
Everythings 99 cents
99 cents

When you poor you go to the store
And you buy your shit just like everyone else
But what you pay is what you can
It’s not much, but it’s profit, even if it’s

99 cents
Everythings 99 cents

In a rich neighborhood you pay premium
But most of us live in a dive or a slum
Even with the poor there’s money to be made
Each man has his markup, it’s profit all the same

In Silicon valley term sheets cut at 2 and nine
For a home in the suburbs under a million’s just fine
Tech bros don’t think twice under 99 bucks
But the aunties at the market be lining up early for

99 cents
99 cents

I grew up with money I grew up white
I never had to worry I never had to fight
I bet my money on a half baked scheme
Fell for a chance At the American dream

99¢

At 4 you got your first pair of ballet slippers
You learned your steps and you didn’t even cry once
Mom and dad cried when they saw you in your tutu
Like a primrose, they thought you’d never grow up

At 8 you left home for a school in the city
Training with the best, you held back your tears
Everybody said that you looked so pretty
Nothing but hope and too young to know you had fears

You grown up to be just a background color
Seeing yourself in the back of another
Always dancing in the backstage
Always waiting for that next stage

You did everything right, and you’re so damn pretty
Smile on your face but inside self pity
Always coming in second best
Treading water with the rest

At 12 when you took your very first voice lesson
In the bathroom all the other girls were smoking cigarettes
You didn’t know if it would help or hinder
All you knew was that they all said it’d help to stay fit

At 16 you went abroad to play Cosette
In a traveling show of Les Miserables
One night after performing a gentleman approached you
A first taste of the mature and the macabre

He took you by the hand
And promised you the world
You listened to what he said
You were just a little girl

You danced, and you danced, and you danced, and you danced
And you stood in the foreground of his eyes
You took center stage
for the first and last time

At 28 you dancing in the backstage
You could be singing too, but you’re too shy
Some young bitch is up twerking on the frontstage
Still young but hot you ain’t gonna lie

You grown up to be just a background color
Seeing yourself in the back of another
Always dancing in the backstage
Always waiting for that next stage

You weren’t born with the old man’s money
So you laugh at his jokes even when they ain’t funny
Gotta put out for that night game
Fight against the rest, with no shame

background color

Everybody wants to be a cat, tail and claws, see in the dark, stretch out on the lawn
Waiting for the sun to come

Everybody scratch my back, feed me treats, scoop my poop, clean my flees
And I just stare at the wall

I’m a cat, I’m a tomcat, I just lay down here, and take a nappity nap  

I got no balls, where did they go?
I got no progeny, ain’t gonna be no little mes

I’m a cat, I’m a tomcat, I just lay down here, and take a nappity nap 

Everybody wants to be a cat, sniff my butt, brush my fur, scritch my neck, and love me now
Even though I don’t love you

Everbody wants to be like me, have nine lives, soak up the heat, and terrorize
The mice and the birds      

I’m a cat, I’m a tomcat, I just lay down here, and take a nappity nap 

Everybody wants to grab my tail, step on my feet, poke my belly, and yell at me
But I’m small, I can hide under the couch

Everybody wants to stop me from doing what I do chasing lady cats and shedding too
I’m a just gonna wait it out

I’m a cat, I’m a tomcat, I got eight lives left, my ball’s be back  

Allons-y les gars, on y marche

Everybody wants to be a cat…

Ballad of the Tomcat Gelding

I still remember
one cold, frosty november
Toes numb and gloves tight
Snow had fell just a day ago on halloween

They say this october
Stay inside until it’s over
Hide your young and old
Nighttime low of 35 
and high of 43

It was the time before time 
before all the boomers died
And we still flew planes
And launched rockets in the sky
Everybody was hoarding two ply

There were fish in the sea
And frogs in the ponds
And mammals in the mountains
And mushrooms on the logs
And we were getting high

We drove around the world in pick up trucks
We fought over who could call whom what
Our battles were hard won, we prostrated to the sun
And asked our friends to take photos of our butts

It was the time before time
Before all the zoomers died
And we still had friends
Not just waifus and ai
You could still hear the children cry

There were birds there were bees
And not just in the trees
Smart, dumb, short and tall, 
the lord God made them all
You could still hear their mating calls

We sailed round the world in megayachts
We said me too and sued who got caught
We’d discovered ice before alcohol
Christened, and baptized despite the fall

When the sun goes down
We awake and party down
It’s our time our time our time
to be alive, to be alive 

Tomorrow we got another thing coming
Yes sir we got a big thing coming
Come morningtime
It’s gonna be 40°

I still remember
one cold, frosty november
Toes numb and gloves tight
Snow had fell just a day ago on halloween

They say this october
Stay inside until it’s over
Hide your young and old
Nighttime low of 35 
and high of 43

40°

When I was a kid at Sunday school the organ lady would improvise after the service. It was pretty cool, I won't forget it.

Randy Johnson

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