Weird Rich Family Affair

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, it’s that Evergreen drip, pine trees and privilege Middle-class on paper, but the fam mad rich Mom’s an architect, Dad’s a sculptor of fish Dinner at the table, every convo’s a dish We too close, like puzzle pieces in a frame Got family rituals that’ll put yours to shame [Verse 1] It’s fucking Mooning Mondays, cheeks out by dawn Line up in the kitchen, drop trousers, game on Granny throws a ten, Dad’s like “that's a four” We critique each butt like it’s high decor No shame in the name of that moonlight flair Bare buns in the sun, man, we breathe that fart air [Verse 2 ] Tongue Tickling Tuesdays, yeah, you heard me right We get real close with the giggles and bites Lickin’ up arms like it’s no big deal We tickle with tongues like gourmet veal Uncle Jeff’s laugh got a jazz vibrato A family that licks stays rich in bravado [Verse 3 ] Wipedown Wednesdays, baby wipes in hand Polish each other like a cleaning brand Backs, necks, toes, and the belly folds Got a sanitary ritual, bold and cold We fresh like dew in a mossy glen Never know where the wipe’ll hit again [Verse 4] Turd Throwing Thursdays, the gloves come off We dodge brown bombs like a backyard standoff Slingin' that scat like it’s World War Poop Duck behind hedges, form that troop Compost grenades, ain’t no shame It's fertilizer warfare, part of the game [Verse 5] Freaky Fridays, anything goes Whips, chains, or just touchin' toes We redefine what "freaky" mean No rules apply in the PNW scene Consent is key, we got that pact But yeah, it's a vibe you can't redact [Verse 6] Sibling Swap Saturdays, trade the whole style Closet for closet, walk a mile Room for room, I’m sleepin’ in my brothers bed Wearing his chain and his beanie instead We transform like we shapeshift kin Look in the mirror and see where he’s been [Verse 7] Silly Slimy Sundays, olive oil rain We slip-slide wrestle in the hydroplane Greased up like gods on Mount Rainier Grunting and giggling, soaked in cheer We battle it out on the backyard slope Drippin’ with love and a slick coat of hope [Outro] So if you ask me what I’m really about It’s pine, pride, and a family that’s loud Equestrian blood, zoology brain Washington State — I ride with no shame Pacific air in my lungs like truth Raised weird, raised rich — raised bulletproof That's on gang OUT!