Elder Goose

Day one the lights fade, the music's full of bass
 She's all up in my face, I can't believe she's so close
 Feeling her grind made me lose my mind
 I'm just plain old take home material, take home material
 I keep my fingers crossed
 Hoping to find a way to show you what I'm made of
 Throw all our worries to the wind
 I backtracked, stabbed at you
 Followed the tracks to a cabin filled with wooden spoons
 Then a shred of lead ripped my hoodie in two
 There's no telling what my evil twin brother wouldn't do
 I wake up drenched in sweat
 Wondering who I'm lying with
 What a joke, there's nothing left to explore
 Find myself at the end of a bottle
 Laying in your bed hoping to find out where I'm at (The weight can make you trip, but you won't fall down)
 And it's gone away, my song so long
 (The weight can make you trip, but you won't fall down)
 Accept fresh, fresh can of broccoli
 I can't hear you when you are knocking
 A less fresh, fresh can of broc'
 I'll be leaning towards a centimeter short of much
 Accept fresh, fresh can of broccoli
 I can't hear you when you are knocking
 A less fresh, fresh can of broc'
 I'll be leaning towards a centimeter short of much
 As the sun goes down, baby, I'm in town
 Hopin' to find someone to take it all
 I know I'm right when I say, "Go away"
 You get around, oh, you get around, oh
 You get around, oh, you're busy fucking everyone
 Busy fucking everyone
 Oh, you're busy fucking everyone
 Find myself at the end of a bottle
 Laying in your bed hoping to find out where I'm at (The weight can make you trip, but you won't fall down)
 And it's gone away my song, so long
 (The weight can make you trip, but you won't fall down)
 Feeling my heart race
 Drenched in sweat
 As I wonder
 I'm not scared, not prepared
 Lay down flat on your back
 Open up girl, let's play attack
 Let's waste our time
 Back on top, but my blocks mowed down
 Man, I'm fit
 Yeah, my stomachs never touched the ground
 But I'm courteous
 Still keep it real with my nerdiness
 14th's my birthday
 Her's is on the 30th
 If you were dead, I bet this shit would bloom
 Get a standing ovation from an empty room
 Fuck your ass
 I don't want your cereal
 You can get your wig split back
 I'll be the same O.G