10th Ave.

Woke up, everything was going right til it wasn’t Clumsy spill my guts, brain works just fine til it doesn’t What constitutes enough, wanna get my mind straight buzzin Life’s like extra tough when you don’t got time or a husband Mostly sober days but I get real baked on occasion Breakfast poker raise I’ll see your eggs a side of bacon Find me on my face, a load of fiction is what I’m taking I mean honestly would you like me more draped in an apron Hauling all my shit down 10th ave in a rollerbag Following the good times how can you say no to that Taking all my troubles pack em in a soda can Caring what some prick thinks homie I am over that My mother says I’m gonna be great someday But come to think of it I would rather bide my time and waste away Hibernate, wish I believed in God it’d sure be nice to pray Suddenly it’s my fucking job to bullshit on the mic all day And I’m no Kanye Barry Bonds only hits I am making are ones on a bong But not for too long, rather be drunk with the meaning of life on the tip of my tongue Further than gone, dropped the baton, burning my bra in a pile of chiffon Who do I love? well not anyone, take my hot dog on a poppy seed bun Frightened cause I got a lot of people counting on me And I’m talking like an asshole, walking like a zombie See I heard a bunch of jokes but I couldn’t find them funny Now I’m hanging by a thread of an untied bungee Real sunny well I’m kinda like the opposite of that I’m always good but it’d be nice to have the option to be bad