B.Y.L.T.

Bruh you look tired
That the result of an overachiever inspired
The hustle leave them out of tune at best
So you can look up to them a lot less
I lean back, hold less liquor if I'm honest
The fruit of hard work fever dream for what I was promised
Used to nose to the grindstone, you know the product
Now around only once in a while like a comet
Lonely in the lab, safe, get that perfect future locked in
Life's necessarily awful, get that through your noggin
Not incidentally, damned whether you do, a Catch-22
Everything has risk, leaving the house wrecked plenty fools
Rather wrecked in his rec room but he doesn't know it
Props for the stoic, gotta lotta angst, doesn't show it
Retire sixty five? Shoulda brought a bigger tank
No one to coach him, they invalidate, say give thanks
Your life never on the line you privileged son of a bitch
You got no right to complain if you never been hit
Step up contestant on the Pain Is Right, spin the wheel
Only if you have it worst do you get to feel
Middle custodian of history, watch the elders naysay
The babies on the treadmill, who's having a great day?
Bruh you look tired
Bruh you look tired

Man, this shit B.Y.L.T
You lost from the pin ball you let tilt
Ball you let tilt; hm
I'm thrilled to jet set again, get away from the wives
Don't mind the bags under the eyes
Mind your bar, tender, how I Vegas: no limits
Take off the sunglasses, I squint, what time zone is this?
Could be serendipity at the bar, I'm single rider lowkey
All the action I'll never get 'cause I'm not showy
Outta swipes on Tinder and no slots on the schedule
Parable of the jar of large rocks, sand, and pebbles
There isn't room for everything, no priority's permanent
Watchu saying no to? You try maintaining 3 girlfriends
Who will complete me? Consult the chart of non-monogamy
Wanna tell my offspring, nah son, I'm proud of me
The oxytocin potent all right
Never attach or cry, business cross the ocean at times
Emotionless expression of a man's world
Tell her I miss you too, while watching busty Russian cam girls
Faithful is: if I was famous I could make her sing
Into the mic, yeah, I'd get a brainy young little thing
Brainy young little thing
Bruh you look tired

Better yet, less theory
Stop putting off that road trip, spring for the power steering
See outside for the first time, the cave of Plato
Back to work making bacon, bring your lettuce tomato
Kept my head down, I thought I'd be spec-ial
Spoiler alert, the H-E double hockey sticks spell hell
Took over the PA at the office, a hush fell
My speech worth ya while plus bail
Nah, don't know what I'd say, too used to the background
Don't take up space
The kid didn't burden his family, he'd be cast out
Pass between parents, needs are clamped down
Didn't start needing as a snot nose and he can't now
It's like a vomit reflex when you lie
Not ironic that I wanna cut the ties but I'm outta knives
I wasn't given any
The software came preinstalled, no patches, now I'm pinching pennies

(Now I'm pinching pennies)
Though there's no war
The body and mind keep the score from before
It's all I've known, bury the feeling, be a busy bee
American always-on work ethic, hyperpositivity
The ideal: if you do what you love
Then you never work? Well, my whole peer group duped
Show up like prom in a seersucker suit
All calm but inside more pressed than the pedal by a trucker foot
I am Groot, therefore I think I'm out, don't bow to kings
Standing room only at the Globe in June, it's a powder keg
Dost thou spit hot bars at me sir, madam, enby?
Your underwear in a frenzy, drive off in a Bentley
Don't mean to brag, don't mean to be curt
But this song fire from the Bunsen burner you left turnt
Burner you left turnt
Burner you left turnt