[Verse 1]
The first step is a doozy, it’s roulette with a mood ring
The birth of an old slang, the death of a new speak
A permanent post-game is littered with bridge trolls
Skirting the copay, divvy the death toll
Innumerable codenames, alerted and mobile
Familiar rising, a furnace and coal pile
Resilient style kings, impossibly tantrum
Wandering wild things, opera-less phantoms
On linoleum or lava, leaders of a lead-foot fauna
His left source blunt force trauma
Not a pillar of the commune, a splinter off the pagan
Who wrote on the elusiveness of truth and exultation
From the point of view of students labeled putrid little aphids
By the beautiful and cryogenic stasis: sadists Meanwhile, makers of a hideous whatnot
Committed to a lowdown Sisyphus up-rock
Are shaving at a truck stop, aging exponentially
Homie, no myth, flowers grow where he piss
And I still row boats outta bottles without abandon
To shrink into the sunset bumping Pachelbel's Canon
In D, motherfucker! The author of the artistry
May or may not be weeping to an automated pharmacy—
"Hello. Hello? Shit!"
[Hook]
Too geeked up to even keep it down
Too peaced out to even be around
Too beat up to even breathe it out
(Too freaked out to even leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even leave your house)
[Verse 2]
You wish you could dance more, I wish you would talk less
My gentlemen transform to bringers of off'd heads
In moments of land war, a Lazarus species
Tattered and bruised up, the back in the cheap seats
Hack his own crew cut, foam at the mush-mouth
Gag at the news truck, notably unsound
Dragging his clown shoes, food in his moustache
Raggedy hounds tooth, zilch on a bus pass—
I’m good! House at the beach of expelled hubcaps
Black lawn, backyard melting into Lovecraft
Bad yarn spun by the hum of the bug zapper
Of kings becoming runners, and runts becoming alphas
And underdogs with posters of a front-side Tony Alva
On the sticker laden walls above their uncle’s Bowie albums
Of graduate to flyers of an execrated sigil
And live to see another sexy generation fizzle
Out. Keep rap homely:
Bear claw slippers, over-sized Billy Joel tee
Fat-faced, potbelly, neckbeard, crow’s feet
Rat nest, gross teeth, pock marks, go team!
I walk with Hawaii on a greenscreen behind me
So even the awkward pauses feel inviting
Standing at a landmark sleep drought keep out
Can’t talk now, too freaked out
[Hook]
Too geeked up to even keep it down
Too peaced out to even be around
Too beat up to even breathe it out
(Too freaked out to even leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even leave your house)
(Too-too freaked out to even leave your house)
