East Down Lake Street

Well I've been fine for the most part
But now I'm bloated and I'm scrollin' through my phone
That I would cry, I knew the whole time
But I could not predict the four whole scones
That I'd consume in seven minutes
Without enjoying them I almost choked
And then of course came the Haribo
Bears that expired several months ago

So don't expect me to be friendly
'Cuz nowadays I keep my shoes on when I sleep
So don't expect me to be friendly
With sneakers double tied when I don't make a peep

And now I've more than overeaten
My gut is heavy like a stack of led
But it's okay my man, they tell me
Because tomorrow you can start again
But shit I know that ship has sailed
And now there's nothing much that I can do
I can't uneat the mashed potatoes I bought discounted at the Deli

So don't expect me to be friendly
'Cuz nowadays I keep my shoes on when I sleep
So don't expect me to friendly
'Cuz nowadays I keep my shoes on when I sleep

And if I saw into the future and I was up, dressed and out of bed
Then I'd pick up my phone and I'd charge it
'Cuz it would be at one percent
Then when it juiced back up I'd get on my bike and I'd plug your location in
Then I'd ride East, I'd ride down Lake Street
So fast that I might get clipped
By a Toyota or BMW, and then I'd cash out on a settlement
But I'd keep ridin' and no I wouldn't stop
Not a second until I reached
My favorite coffee shop on the way to you house
But not at your house

So don't expect me to be friendly
'Cuz nowadays I keep my shoes on when I sleep
Just don't expect me to be friendly
'Cuz nowadays I keep my shoes on