Lyrics

wake up and look into my cat eared mirror,
I don’t recognize the girl I constantly see,
I truly feared her, so, I let out a shriek…
ohhhh, the neighbors yelled back and said I need a shrink…
oh…man…who cares what they think!
we’re a legend! we’re a vibe! and we look so pretty in pink!
we’re a bratty kinda chatty, little, whatcha really gonna do!? kinda thing!
we love to be!
everything!
imagination!
it’s the magic fabric holding together our reality!
in the face of,
human’s eating Mac n cheese from Applebee’s!?
what’s next!?
probably, Dr Pepper and some tendies!
yummy yummy! yes please!
oh BEANS!!!
I done, messed it all up again!
got lost late night in the land of sin…
revolving doors, those old, revolving doors!
stepside chevy’s,
they don’t make ‘em like they used too anymore…
every commuter car is boring out the doors,
nothing screams as it flies by at one hunnit and four,
or more, way, way more,
as it,
leaves streaks in the eighth,
and spins through the quart,
or,
it barks, and chirps, like a pitbully bird lion, ready to fuckin’ roar!
you ain’t ready for the real me, whores!
it’s a horror score!
horrible core,
values,
on the internet, first date, I’m fully nude!
if the goal was staying classy,
missions screwed!
missionary screwed!
doggy style screwed!
every position I’m in!
I’m gettin muh fuggin’ screwed!
yo!
what the hell dude!?
what I even do!?
like the what the heck I even do!?
one,
one,
zero,
two!
ten,
seventy,
nineteen ninety…two…
nineteen ninety…two…
the year they birthed the cyberpsycho,
that’s now,
about to uplift you…

merry Chrysler!

here’s some keys for you!

Bike, boat, car, fifty Kay, one day, you get to choose!

this is America, EVERY BODY GETS TO CHOOSE!!

Hear me!? Supreme Court, Ya Cunt’s Without Cream!
and that’s not to shame! but, I gotta say, you fuckin suck some limp dicks! Cum drippin’ it’s still stuck on your lips!

gimme chips! gimme dip! land o’ lakes tastes like piss!
I’m rocking with A.E. that’s Anderson, Erickson, and my favorite choice, French Onion!

that fuckin’ French Onion!
Spent the money once again!
I had Ruffles, needed,
FRENCH ONION!

FRENCH FRENCH ONION
FRENCH FRENCH ONION
FRENCH FRENCH ONION
TELL ME, SOMETHIN!?
NOT TELLIN’ ME NOTHIN!
NUH NUH NOTHIN!
PUH PUH,
PUSH MY BUTTONS!
HEYY HEYY HEYY HEYYYYY!
I’m the one cropdustin’ functions!
takin’ accents, sound like a piss drunk, down under Russian!
mixed with American, Jamaican and probably way too much gumption…
probably, too much, media consumption…
that’s my assumption…
I’m,
gone, under construction,
well, partly a reconstruction,
I’m,
leavin’ the fake me behind,
he’s,
back at the junction…
back at the junction…
that ole valley at the junction…
mmmm
yeahhh.

nostalgia is crazy…
I love you,
I love you baby…
yeah,
I miss you too,
I know, the rooms hazy…
messy, and I sure look lazy…
oh God, somebody, please, somebody please save me!
the mood the ocean,
everyday wavey…
but,
ain’t every day gravy…
Been floating piss creek, lately…
no hating…

just, love…