[Verse 1]

My pops taught me how to throw when I was three

By the age of thirteen, I lost a hold of my beliefs

The known control freak who keep alone and don't speak

Since playing hide 'n' go seek been trying to find his own niche

Don't lie and overreach, go get in where you fit in

Keep a couple trick cards hidden up in my mittens

I realized that every good idea's been invented

So I occupy my space laced and vintage fits within it

Been a minute since I sprinted pass the point of moving on

Still sending fuck you's to past employers Hugh and John

I wasted three years doing your stupid job

At least I'm fired and I got time to right these foolish songs

A renaissance man who grabs a pen and scrawls jams

On a pad of sticky notes holding a Guiness tall can

My life seems kind of cool but it's never all glam

So when it all falls down I just let it all land

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You can't reinvent truth

You can't reinvent, reinvent

You can't reinvent truth

I'd rather die the worst me than live to be the best, fool

[Verse 2]

Don't let your ego get ahead of you

Believing all the hype from the pipelines you fed it through

I'm from that school of thought there's never nothing left to prove

So I keep yapping till no one left to confess it to

I said I talk in the mirror

Convinced that that's the only time that anybody hear's ya

I'm glad I got that cleared up

Mom I said I lead a lonely life and then I watched her tear up

But cheer up, because it's all good mama-san

I got a couple of fees that'll come over with pajamas on

At the drop of a dime, to waste up all my time and hop along

Too preoccupied to ever get my Robert Johnson on

But I serenade satan

Sitting on a corner with a pair of shades waitin'

Heir apparent adjacent to them barricades break

My demeanor's like a needle, we don't share the same patients (patience)

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I hit the bar alone, I never leave alone

Driving far from home, seeking out a seed to sow

Be discreet and keep the secrets in the need to know

Don't let your short sheeted feet be the reason peace is gone

Yeah, I know that half the city's mad

Because I smashed their pretty lass, for they ask for titty grabs

I make my loot by stitching bits of witty slang

Not enough to put the peanut shells inside the piggy bank

And now, Wells Fargo hates me

They trace me every place my failed card goes lately

Where the hell's charm gonna take me

When I'm sleeping past twelve my alarm don't wake me

Pacing with a sleepwalk sickness

Placing all my faith in this cheap talk business

I've been some places, trying to see the rest too

Because there's no value in trying to be the best fool