Dull Throttle
# SCRATCH
In the back with Jamaican rum
# VERSE
She wanna man take her to the club to dance; I ask
They use premixes or they squeeze fresh ingredients?
Scoop her in the Uber, she ready to go, passion
Who's spinning tonight, yeah yeah but can they make an Old Fashioned?
Or a Black Manhattan? Tickle my senses in thee club
She wanna move, for me it's single malts and beet shrub
Boring since birth, doc spanked me with a cane
And gave it to me, I'm Johnny Get Off My Lawn to this day
Bump elbows sweaty, return vodka Red Bull to sender
Wanna quiet corner and book; shit, what if I was the bartender?
I'd remake the place, chill out with tiki
Egg white sour the password to enter my speakeasy
A basement oasis from the tryhard phonies
Where everybody love me, sipping Smith & Cross Negronis
Party with me, you wanna buy the full bottle
Take hogo tasting notes, 'bout to Rum Punch it dull throttle
# CHORUS
He the inspector
Sit back and watch you
# VERSE
Restore a lost art from before we were born
Tequila, lime, curaçao, rim the glass, call it cocktail porn
I remade the place, go elsewhere to shake your tushes
Shift drink at my bar, get Homer disappeared into the bushes
Back in my day that verb was intransitive
Look at these hipsters eating dinner for sandwiches
Line around the block to call it clutch, fire, lit
I'm cool right here, a break from such, tired, shit
Old barfly buy nice liquor, he lonely, heartaching
He mad at orientations on online dating, ugh
I don't wanna Google these terms, facepalmed, his hair silver
Like, my learning complete, gimme something familiar
I tell that ladykiller he never grow dating the same cats
Celebrate and never fixate like James Gatz
Party of one, allow me to clear my glottal
Cava cork off, coupe overflowing, going dull throttle
# CHORUS
He the inspector
Sit back and watch you
# VERSE
She don't want no scrubs with they mattress on the floor
She want an open book, so I show her an open door
Will I ever settle? Hmm, been there, done that
Oh my lover lost to sea, where the Grog with rum at
Could barely drink yet was ready to date to completion
My ex-wife wanted a man to sweep her off her feet and
Grow old, we die in a crash, romantic ending story
Beat the game ninety nine superlikes in the inventory
Cougar next to me say she wearing lingerie
Tell her, your man's so lucky, back to the bar, imbibe my Vieux Carré
Abstinence curriculum scars, illegal to teach protection
I'm just an indoor cat that wanna sniff your bitters collection
Tired of the people pleasing, myself included
Tell you what I like, you decide if we're well suited
Forget the profiles, peacocks, the whole debacle
Love me or leave alone this dull throttle
# CHORUS
He the inspector
Sit back and watch you
# BRIDGE
Sit back, stare at my glass of Mellow Corn
Door open, the energy e'rybody yell, Norm!
Wish I was with him, why nerds never win the day?
Text my best friend, wonder what he'll say
If you're so smart, why not buy them a drink say?
If you're so smart, why not stop driving them away?
I don't know, true self habits so hard
I can't stay here, I can't have my own bar
# VERSE
Got responsibilities, what my credit freeze for?
Scan the horizon, worry wolves at the door
Rappers keep a hot sixteen, long as we're measuring dicks
I keep a dark night of the soul ninety six
Not sixty nine, oh my squeamish American barricade
Shields up, red alert, bluff Data with a pair of spades
Indulge a Star Trek, reroute rear deflectors
Car stereo loaded, Aesop Rock, John McWhorter linguistics lectures
No reception on the road trip we headed on
Vegas baby, stopped for In-N-Out 'n sped along
Not going for slots or titty bars
I'm talking cigar rooms and Michelin stars
I like light beer then dive in an Islay scotch pool
Chef's table, then pull over for fast food
Supposed to pursue pussy, fame on the cover art
Nah, I'm mastering my craft, instructions say keep me somewhere dark
All the youngins gunning for the same thing, shoo
It's okay to be different from what's mainstream cool
Gotta muddle Mint Juleps through life with no model to follow
To your own self be true and floor the Subaru dull throttle
# SCRATCH
Go
In the back with Jamaican rum
# VERSE
She wanna man take her to the club to dance; I ask
They use premixes or they squeeze fresh ingredients?
Scoop her in the Uber, she ready to go, passion
Who's spinning tonight, yeah yeah but can they make an Old Fashioned?
Or a Black Manhattan? Tickle my senses in thee club
She wanna move, for me it's single malts and beet shrub
Boring since birth, doc spanked me with a cane
And gave it to me, I'm Johnny Get Off My Lawn to this day
Bump elbows sweaty, return vodka Red Bull to sender
Wanna quiet corner and book; shit, what if I was the bartender?
I'd remake the place, chill out with tiki
Egg white sour the password to enter my speakeasy
A basement oasis from the tryhard phonies
Where everybody love me, sipping Smith & Cross Negronis
Party with me, you wanna buy the full bottle
Take hogo tasting notes, 'bout to Rum Punch it dull throttle
# CHORUS
He the inspector
Sit back and watch you
# VERSE
Restore a lost art from before we were born
Tequila, lime, curaçao, rim the glass, call it cocktail porn
I remade the place, go elsewhere to shake your tushes
Shift drink at my bar, get Homer disappeared into the bushes
Back in my day that verb was intransitive
Look at these hipsters eating dinner for sandwiches
Line around the block to call it clutch, fire, lit
I'm cool right here, a break from such, tired, shit
Old barfly buy nice liquor, he lonely, heartaching
He mad at orientations on online dating, ugh
I don't wanna Google these terms, facepalmed, his hair silver
Like, my learning complete, gimme something familiar
I tell that ladykiller he never grow dating the same cats
Celebrate and never fixate like James Gatz
Party of one, allow me to clear my glottal
Cava cork off, coupe overflowing, going dull throttle
# CHORUS
He the inspector
Sit back and watch you
# VERSE
She don't want no scrubs with they mattress on the floor
She want an open book, so I show her an open door
Will I ever settle? Hmm, been there, done that
Oh my lover lost to sea, where the Grog with rum at
Could barely drink yet was ready to date to completion
My ex-wife wanted a man to sweep her off her feet and
Grow old, we die in a crash, romantic ending story
Beat the game ninety nine superlikes in the inventory
Cougar next to me say she wearing lingerie
Tell her, your man's so lucky, back to the bar, imbibe my Vieux Carré
Abstinence curriculum scars, illegal to teach protection
I'm just an indoor cat that wanna sniff your bitters collection
Tired of the people pleasing, myself included
Tell you what I like, you decide if we're well suited
Forget the profiles, peacocks, the whole debacle
Love me or leave alone this dull throttle
# CHORUS
He the inspector
Sit back and watch you
# BRIDGE
Sit back, stare at my glass of Mellow Corn
Door open, the energy e'rybody yell, Norm!
Wish I was with him, why nerds never win the day?
Text my best friend, wonder what he'll say
If you're so smart, why not buy them a drink say?
If you're so smart, why not stop driving them away?
I don't know, true self habits so hard
I can't stay here, I can't have my own bar
# VERSE
Got responsibilities, what my credit freeze for?
Scan the horizon, worry wolves at the door
Rappers keep a hot sixteen, long as we're measuring dicks
I keep a dark night of the soul ninety six
Not sixty nine, oh my squeamish American barricade
Shields up, red alert, bluff Data with a pair of spades
Indulge a Star Trek, reroute rear deflectors
Car stereo loaded, Aesop Rock, John McWhorter linguistics lectures
No reception on the road trip we headed on
Vegas baby, stopped for In-N-Out 'n sped along
Not going for slots or titty bars
I'm talking cigar rooms and Michelin stars
I like light beer then dive in an Islay scotch pool
Chef's table, then pull over for fast food
Supposed to pursue pussy, fame on the cover art
Nah, I'm mastering my craft, instructions say keep me somewhere dark
All the youngins gunning for the same thing, shoo
It's okay to be different from what's mainstream cool
Gotta muddle Mint Juleps through life with no model to follow
To your own self be true and floor the Subaru dull throttle
# SCRATCH
Go
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Writer(s): Emily Corso, John Kurkowski
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