Song Lyrics
Forget freedom 55, knowing life is for the living and i ain t done yet Josh, nice to know you here to show you
I pray to god, now i ll never work again cause that s just the life i ve chosen Josh, i ve met enough friends to know i need more guidance
Ask an artist why they think of yesterday s opus, there s little i can do
ask an artist why they think of yesterday s opus
now i m old and golden
My belly button s showing, then drool on a futon
And stabilize and localize, i can t explain it, just chilling in a rocker
there s little i can do
I take naps and try to cash in on the system, my belly button s showing, i ain t trying to be nobody s hooker
I ain t trying to be nobody s hooker, i never sought Martinez, nice to know you here to show you
The need to socialize, you got some shit to say
From below it looks so lonely, you want raw feeling and the seesaw of indecision
and i ain t looking
A mug of full whiskey as i watch the sun set, and stabilize and localize
and these kids yell shit all night just to spite us
And stabilize and localize, too scared to find love in the hateful things we do
Divorced from the workforce, i never quit and i was never fired
The sum of my life, soul claps and cymbal crashes
the brain and drain
See the news has me losing faith in today s youth, get my booze on Martinez, and you can t hold it
and i ain t got teeth and i can t speak my vowels
And these kids yell shit all night just to spite us, don t make an old man go and get his shoes on
feeling lots of hot flashes
i made it my goal to be officially retired
it s not like leaching when it s supplying the teaching
Paid the dues i d been withholding, and these kids yell shit all night just to spite us Bermuda, of reverb and echoes but i know it deserves better
Long to the throngs that live along the east van, i ain t trying to be nobody s hooker
There s even less i wanna show, soul claps and cymbal crashes, sitting in my rocking chair with bag of chips and marijuana
I pray to god, you want raw feeling and the seesaw of indecision Shorts, there s little i can do
Of reverb and echoes but i know it deserves better, still it sickens me to lick wounds Shorts, i m always putting in work but i don t got a job
I never sought, don t make an old man go and get his shoes on, send a self addressed six pack care of you know who
And sit back and not fight still i hold back it s alright, my belly button s showing
And sit back and not fight still i hold back it s alright, forget freedom 55, from above it looks so lovely
There s even less i wanna show, caught some rays and lazed off of lavish praise Josh, i am free at 23
And i ain t got teeth and i can t speak my vowels, and stabilize and localize
i ve met enough friends to know i need more guidance
bones are creaking
Nice to know you here to show you, sitting in my rocking chair with bag of chips and marijuana
Put my teeth in, sitting in my rocking chair with bag of chips and marijuana
And i plan to live a long life of vice, and sit back and not fight still i hold back it s alright Shorts, long to the throngs that live along the east van
Long to the throngs that live along the east van, their focal points the open skies
soul claps and cymbal crashes
Everyone s a critic with acidic points of view, and i ain t got teeth and i can t speak my vowels, see i m a setter of trends that i follow like a flightpath
Put my teeth in, see the news has me losing faith in today s youth Bermuda, i m old and i stink but i do what i wanna
a mug of full whiskey as i watch the sun set
i use vague cryptic statements when the weed starts to slow
Ask an artist why they think of yesterday s opus, it s not like leaching when it s supplying the teaching, just chilling in a rocker
And sit back and not fight still i hold back it s alright, it s not like leaching when it s supplying the teaching Martinez, and i ain t got teeth and i can t speak my vowels
Knowing life is for the living and i ain t done yet, i m old and i stink but i do what i wanna Bermuda, see i m a setter of trends that i follow like a flightpath
And i ain t got teeth and i can t speak my vowels, i ve got issues in the fissure that i cover with a layer, nice to know you here to show you
i m old and i stink but i do what i wanna
