Mean Skreetz
So dig this scenario
On your stereo
Pump up the jams
Let the stress shrivel out
Or maybe toss this
To oceanic abyss
Not your cup of tea
Perhaps a glass of Sunny D
Add sixteen drums
Follow them like breadcrumbs
From up high
To the gates of hell
Better lecture us
So that we're righteous and just
No samples; no cheating
Just blood, sweat, and smear
Tickling the ivories
Middle to the high Cs
624s
And a braided belt
Hey Dad, I'm hungry
Hey Hungry, I'm Dad
Front lawn straight fire
But the jokes are bad
A fork for your cupcake
A spoon for your steak
Step off the red carpet
And on to a rake
More flies with honey
More often than not
More cry than wool
When kettle meets pot
Nice and easy now
Is that not allowed?
Kick goes boom
And the snare goes pop
Throw your hands in the air
I do declare
Pedal on go
Ignore the stop
Shredding the speakers
Splitting the glue
From Grafton WV
To Kalamazoo
Coattails and cocktails
Tanqueray and Tab
Peculiar concoction
Built in a lab
This midlife crisis
Self-perception bias
More Pierce Hawthorne
Less Jeff Winger
Two MeowMeowBeenz
Social score, through the floor
Good times are great
But they can't all be zingers
Oh no, here we go
Feed has turned to Ross Perot
Show us the graphs
Because stats never lie
On the plus side
When worlds collide
Intersectional soldiers
Whither and wry
Into dust
Dripping with disgust
Auf Wiedersehen
Add by subtraction
A noble death
Until the last breath
Reward everlasting
Self-satisfaction
Narrative deviant
Poisonous ingredient
Threat level midnight
Sound the alarms
No rest for the weary
To answer your query
So put down your hand
And take up your arms
Dig those heels in
Prove that you're right
Hooray for our team
Yes, hooray for our side
There's got to be a better way
To deal with the day-to-day
Than deflating X
To pump up our why
Back to the lighter side
No more slap-and-tickle fight
Hand-clap snare
Come take control
Lunch today is shepherd's pie
Red tomatoes, sun dried
Milk, good vibes
And a whole wheat roll
Stuck in the old days
Stick in your craw
No laughing matter
Suspend the guffaw
Two broken cymbals
Two decades removed
Know I'm not Hawkins
But somewhat improved
Increasing old-man strength
Receding hairline
Long in the tooth
Aches in the spine
Soothed by the bass
And heated car seats
Cell phone holstered
624s on the feets
624s and a braided belt
624s and a braided belt
624s and a braided belt
On your stereo
Pump up the jams
Let the stress shrivel out
Or maybe toss this
To oceanic abyss
Not your cup of tea
Perhaps a glass of Sunny D
Add sixteen drums
Follow them like breadcrumbs
From up high
To the gates of hell
Better lecture us
So that we're righteous and just
No samples; no cheating
Just blood, sweat, and smear
Tickling the ivories
Middle to the high Cs
624s
And a braided belt
Hey Dad, I'm hungry
Hey Hungry, I'm Dad
Front lawn straight fire
But the jokes are bad
A fork for your cupcake
A spoon for your steak
Step off the red carpet
And on to a rake
More flies with honey
More often than not
More cry than wool
When kettle meets pot
Nice and easy now
Is that not allowed?
Kick goes boom
And the snare goes pop
Throw your hands in the air
I do declare
Pedal on go
Ignore the stop
Shredding the speakers
Splitting the glue
From Grafton WV
To Kalamazoo
Coattails and cocktails
Tanqueray and Tab
Peculiar concoction
Built in a lab
This midlife crisis
Self-perception bias
More Pierce Hawthorne
Less Jeff Winger
Two MeowMeowBeenz
Social score, through the floor
Good times are great
But they can't all be zingers
Oh no, here we go
Feed has turned to Ross Perot
Show us the graphs
Because stats never lie
On the plus side
When worlds collide
Intersectional soldiers
Whither and wry
Into dust
Dripping with disgust
Auf Wiedersehen
Add by subtraction
A noble death
Until the last breath
Reward everlasting
Self-satisfaction
Narrative deviant
Poisonous ingredient
Threat level midnight
Sound the alarms
No rest for the weary
To answer your query
So put down your hand
And take up your arms
Dig those heels in
Prove that you're right
Hooray for our team
Yes, hooray for our side
There's got to be a better way
To deal with the day-to-day
Than deflating X
To pump up our why
Back to the lighter side
No more slap-and-tickle fight
Hand-clap snare
Come take control
Lunch today is shepherd's pie
Red tomatoes, sun dried
Milk, good vibes
And a whole wheat roll
Stuck in the old days
Stick in your craw
No laughing matter
Suspend the guffaw
Two broken cymbals
Two decades removed
Know I'm not Hawkins
But somewhat improved
Increasing old-man strength
Receding hairline
Long in the tooth
Aches in the spine
Soothed by the bass
And heated car seats
Cell phone holstered
624s on the feets
624s and a braided belt
624s and a braided belt
624s and a braided belt
Credits
Writer(s): Lucas Daniel Shay, Timothy Drybola, Thomas Mroz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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