the Carnival

How was that, is that good?
Yep, yep

I'm a ne'er-do-well
Riding backwards on a carousel
Laughin' but I'm scared as hell
Maybe it's the Seroquel
Maybe it's my parents still
I'm drawing all these parallels
Or maybe I could see it if jumped off of this Ferris wheel

I'm comin' for your funnel cake chubby boy
'Cause I was hustlin' when everyone was unemployed
My life's a rollercoaster but I still feel under-joyed
Will I make it 'til I'm 40 you can flip a coin

'Til then I'm bobbin' and I'm weaving
Through the derelicts and demons
And to me the industry feels like a carnival of heathens
A bizarre kind of feeling
Being starving while I'm eating
But fuck your cotton candy, I'm from Cleveland

I navigate what I perceive as a maze
I make a meal in hell's kitchen on the darkest of days
Although it makes a big difference when you're not on cocaine
I'm still skipping to the circus with a pocket of change

Hmm, I get up, so I wouldn't get sucked down
Ya goin' full clown to get out the underground
It's a cool sound when you're being self now
Talkin' 'bout
Get down, get down, get down, get down
At the carnival
Get down, get down, get down, get down (gotta play the game)

I got real high so now I get real low
I can't stand the smell of the chemicals
It gets real hard when I'm in the steelyard
Got a good feeling we in the margin

I feel strong that it won't be long
I feel strong that we on the come up
I feel strong that we got that somethin'
Got that somethin'
Got that somethin'