Folk-Metaphysics

I should not sit on this couch and watch Netflix
 I should take pouty mouth pics for my press kit
 I should defy the rules of logic
 I should invent some quirky new merchandise product
 I just want to rap good and not sell bread sticks
 I will not become a martyr for the deadbeats
 I will shave my beard off by the end of this week
 I will go out and learn to socialize and figure out why all my ex-girlfriends hate me
 I'm going to put this big brain to good use
 I'm going to write rap songs to find objective truths
 I'm going to be better than my father
 I'm going to upload well edited pictures to Flickr
 I'm going to eat a lot more Fig Newtons and sign petitions about women's rights movements
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 I don't make promises I can't keep
 Which is why I won't make promises ever
 And when I write letters to those ex-girlfriends
 That's going to be the header
 I don't make promises I can't keep
 Which is why I won't make promises ever
 And when I write letters to those ex-girlfriends
 That's going to be the header
 ♪
 I wish I'd met you on Legends of the Hidden Temple
 I wish Hegel wasn't so incomprehensible
 I wish I was more like the Übermensch
 I wish my fears didn't have such a putrid stench
 I think my muscles should be bigger
 I don't know much about being in nothingness
 But I might just be a being of nothingness
 I heard there's going to be a rap parade
 Come on try a little
 Nothing is forever
 It's got to be something better than in the middle
 Me & Cinderella, put it all together
 We can drive it home
 (With one headlight)
 We were driving and I yelled "Padiddle"
 You started crying so I cried a little
 I'm almost positive if I made better mix CDs I would bother less with relationship complexities
 You know, sometimes I stutter
 Sometimes I forget to put on cocoa butter
 Sometimes I wish I was better at song writing
 Sometimes I feel like the master of thong wiring
 In the future I will neuter my ambitions
 I will give in to anxieties
 I will observe superstitions
 I will be Indiana Jones in small claims court
 I will regret in high school that I never played sports
 In the future I will by passive aggressive
 In the future I will vote for the wrong guy
 In the future I will by swayed by a strong bride
 And a very firm handshake and I will invite dinner guests over for ham steak
 I will be gone before the rise of the oceans
 I will become a squiggle in the string of quotients
 ♪
 I don't make promises I can't keep
 Which is why I won't make promises ever
 And when I write letters to those ex-girlfriends
 That's going to be the header
 I don't make promises I can't keep
 Which is why I won't make promises ever
 And when I write letters to those ex-girlfriends
 That's going to be the header
 ♪
 Come on try a little
 Nothing is forever
 There's got to be something better than in the middle
 Me & Cinderella, put it all together
 We can drive it home
 (With one headlight)
 We can drive it with weak contrivance
 We can drive it with weak contrivance
 We can drive it with weak contrivance
 We can drive it with weak contrivance
 We can drive it with weak contrivance
 We can drive it with weak contrivance
 We can drive it with weak contrivance
 
 I should not sit on this couch and watch Netflix
 I should take pouty mouth pics for my press kit
 I should defy the rules of logic
 I should invent some quirky new merchandise product
 I just want to rap good and not sell bread sticks
 I will not become a martyr for the deadbeats
 I will shave my beard off by the end of this week
 I will go out and learn to socialize and figure out why all my ex-girlfriends hate me
 I'm going to put this big brain to good use
 I'm going to write rap songs to find objective truths
 I'm going to be better than my father
 I'm going to upload well edited pictures to Flickr
 I'm going to eat a lot more Fig Newtons and sign petitions about women's rights movements
 ♪
 I don't make promises I can't keep
 Which is why I won't make promises ever
 And when I write letters to those ex-girlfriends
 That's going to be the header
 I don't make promises I can't keep
 Which is why I won't make promises ever
 And when I write letters to those ex-girlfriends
 That's going to be the header
 ♪
 I wish I'd met you on Legends of the Hidden Temple
 I wish Hegel wasn't so incomprehensible
 I wish I was more like the Übermensch
 I wish my fears didn't have such a putrid stench
 I think my muscles should be bigger
 I don't know much about being in nothingness
 But I might just be a being of nothingness
 I heard there's going to be a rap parade
 Come on try a little
 Nothing is forever
 It's got to be something better than in the middle
 Me & Cinderella, put it all together
 We can drive it home
 (With one headlight)
 We were driving and I yelled "Padiddle"
 You started crying so I cried a little
 I'm almost positive if I made better mix CDs I would bother less with relationship complexities
 You know, sometimes I stutter
 Sometimes I forget to put on cocoa butter
 Sometimes I wish I was better at song writing
 Sometimes I feel like the master of thong wiring
 In the future I will neuter my ambitions
 I will give in to anxieties
 I will observe superstitions
 I will be Indiana Jones in small claims court
 I will regret in high school that I never played sports
 In the future I will by passive aggressive
 In the future I will vote for the wrong guy
 In the future I will by swayed by a strong bride
 And a very firm handshake and I will invite dinner guests over for ham steak
 I will be gone before the rise of the oceans
 I will become a squiggle in the string of quotients
 ♪
 I don't make promises I can't keep
 Which is why I won't make promises ever
 And when I write letters to those ex-girlfriends
 That's going to be the header
 I don't make promises I can't keep
 Which is why I won't make promises ever
 And when I write letters to those ex-girlfriends
 That's going to be the header
 ♪
 Come on try a little
 Nothing is forever
 There's got to be something better than in the middle
 Me & Cinderella, put it all together
 We can drive it home
 (With one headlight)
 We can drive it with weak contrivance
 We can drive it with weak contrivance
 We can drive it with weak contrivance
 We can drive it with weak contrivance
 We can drive it with weak contrivance
 We can drive it with weak contrivance
 We can drive it with weak contrivance
 
 I should not sit on this couch and watch Netflix
 I should take pouty mouth pics for my press kit
 I should defy the rules of logic
 I should invent some quirky new merchandise product
 I just want to rap good and not sell bread sticks
 I will not become a martyr for the deadbeats
 I will shave my beard off by the end of this week
 I will go out and learn to socialize and figure out why all my ex-girlfriends hate me
 I'm going to put this big brain to good use
 I'm going to write rap songs to find objective truths
 I'm going to be better than my father
 I'm going to upload well edited pictures to Flickr
 I'm going to eat a lot more Fig Newtons and sign petitions about women's rights movements
 ♪
 I don't make promises I can't keep
 Which is why I won't make promises ever
 And when I write letters to those ex-girlfriends
 That's going to be the header
 I don't make promises I can't keep
 Which is why I won't make promises ever
 And when I write letters to those ex-girlfriends
 That's going to be the header
 ♪
 I wish I'd met you on Legends of the Hidden Temple
 I wish Hegel wasn't so incomprehensible
 I wish I was more like the Übermensch
 I wish my fears didn't have such a putrid stench
 I think my muscles should be bigger
 I don't know much about being in nothingness
 But I might just be a being of nothingness
 I heard there's going to be a rap parade
 Come on try a little
 Nothing is forever
 It's got to be something better than in the middle
 Me & Cinderella, put it all together
 We can drive it home
 (With one headlight)
 We were driving and I yelled "Padiddle"
 You started crying so I cried a little
 I'm almost positive if I made better mix CDs I would bother less with relationship complexities
 You know, sometimes I stutter
 Sometimes I forget to put on cocoa butter
 Sometimes I wish I was better at song writing
 Sometimes I feel like the master of thong wiring
 In the future I will neuter my ambitions
 I will give in to anxieties
 I will observe superstitions
 I will be Indiana Jones in small claims court
 I will regret in high school that I never played sports
 In the future I will by passive aggressive
 In the future I will vote for the wrong guy
 In the future I will by swayed by a strong bride
 And a very firm handshake and I will invite dinner guests over for ham steak
 I will be gone before the rise of the oceans
 I will become a squiggle in the string of quotients
 ♪
 I don't make promises I can't keep
 Which is why I won't make promises ever
 And when I write letters to those ex-girlfriends
 That's going to be the header
 I don't make promises I can't keep
 Which is why I won't make promises ever
 And when I write letters to those ex-girlfriends
 That's going to be the header
 ♪
 Come on try a little
 Nothing is forever
 There's got to be something better than in the middle
 Me & Cinderella, put it all together
 We can drive it home
 (With one headlight)
 We can drive it with weak contrivance
 We can drive it with weak contrivance
 We can drive it with weak contrivance
 We can drive it with weak contrivance
 We can drive it with weak contrivance
 We can drive it with weak contrivance
 We can drive it with weak contrivance