When I was a little boy I always listened to the good stuff, it would stand out clearer than makeup smeared on cotton bud. My eardrum staring down the blaring speaker beating out some killer Cher, I still believe in life after love. I wouldn’t dare let my fathers collection allow a dusty congregation gather up like belly button fluff. It took me by the scruff, and I’d buy the tougher stuff, and sing until I had my fill and vocal chords had had enough. It was only meant to be when young, dumb and kinda G the first album I ever bought was a Marshal Mathers LP, I warned my mum about the parental advisory but promised not to repeat to the beat the F’s the C’s and blinding B’s. I’m coughin’ up Eminem like phlegm again and every track I hear is dear it makes me feel like 10 again, I’d rehearse every verses word from end to end, before the internet the album booklet was an honest friend.
The amount of time id spend learning how to pretend to be like all my idols piled into one giant blend, you’ll find me still suckin’ on that song filled fruity smoothie, I’ll be still practicing them trills to keep it groovy, Don’t need pills but could do with a light and a doobie. This is exactly how it should be, kicking back never getting bored but inspired until I’m old and retired wondering about…
Although the truth hurts worse than an unexpected, puss infected and neglected dental cavity id rather take the pain and stay as sane as I can be, I’ll stay grounded, but dependent on the worlds supply gravity. Last week I sent a letter to the little me, I said don’t bother reaching for the stars when you could grasp infinity. Keep your friends close, fuck those Pinocchio’s cos we all know his nose is hollow and his hearts made of mahogany. You better get an endoscopy, when you find it hard to swallow promises based upon apologies. We have to move up on this earth like it’s monopoly your legs won’t work, so you struggle horizontally. But not you Michael man, you’re a real boy! That’s why you’ve been put on this earth to fucking destroy! So get in line because its time to join the convoy and live a life besides fine wines and cheese boards.
The amount of time id spend learning how to pretend to be like all my idols piled into one giant blend, you’ll find me still suckin’ on that song filled fruity smoothie, I’ll be still practicing them trills to keep it groovy, Don’t need pills but could do with a light and a doobie. This is exactly how it should be, kicking back never getting bored but inspired until I’m old and retired wondering about…
How It’s gonna be.
Still suckin’ on that song filled fruity smoothie I’ll be, Still suckin’ on that song filled fruity smoothie I’ll be, Still suckin’ on that song filled fruity smoothie I’ll be, Still suckin’ on that song, still suckin’ on that song.
Still suckin’ on that song filled fruity smoothie I’ll be, Still suckin’ on that song filled fruity smoothie I’ll be, Still suckin’ on that song filled fruity smoothie I’ll be, Still suckin’ on that song, still suckin’ on that song