Corduroy Pants

I do not know how to act
When you say my music not too bad
I pull this shit right out the hat
I do it till my heart collapse

Hey there grant you got a sec?
Your music's fine hope that you're next
I wont stream it tho cause I'm upset
Fuck you grant I hope that your dead

Wow nice one this how it ends
Love my music but I'm getting tense
My brains like my car god I'm fucking dense
Rain don't get you far with dry intent

This river shoot me out the mouth
These bars came with and spit them now
Been drowning for the past half mile
Don't help me I'm not getting out

I think I got the right sentiment
This shit I write so eloquent
I'm like if stupid had a delegate
New music said impressionist
The mouse that scared the elephant
If you're asking for prerequisites
Please just eat my excrement
You're a walking federal deficit

Fuck you man you know I wont take that
You just a dick with face mask
Vandal draw a dick with spray can
Warhol tall I pop art with same friends
Who the fuck rap in they corduroy pants
I caught a joy dance
In my fully dumb stance
I'm fully done damn
Sitting no stand
Since I was a kid
Wanna make it know man

I got no manners
Robert Pattinsons new fucking manor
Hiding out in right in the caverns
Dark Night I still see patterns
I still sit at night and chatter
This my wonderland green topped mad hatter
Sad gather up all the batter
I'm making you all a cake so you can eat off my platter

I want to
Go make it out with you
This times so soon
I cant seem to
Think it through

I do not know how to act
When you say my music not too bad
I pull this shit right out the hat
I do it till my heart collapse

Hey there grant you got a sec?
Your music's fine hope that you're next
I wont stream it tho cause I'm upset
Fuck you grant I hope that your dead



Credits
Writer(s): Grant Cetina
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