Yellow Sweatband

[Verse 1] Rolling, threw the broken cities where the films is With broken reels ends of sidewalks where the kids fish Virtual where the cats live and cute when their distant But coked out in person through, yo Burn the perishables, personables, principles and sad shit Flyer than a sailboat in my grandmas attic I swear I'm an addict to this music shit, asthmatic I'm shorter than a life span and longer than a burnt brand In a land, where i haven't yet landed my flights the next land I make land stated up in Genesis Killing all the advocates with an abacus [Verse 2] As ill as a zygote rockin' Izod pants I drown your dog in saltwater considering I'm a zotter Life's like a pregnancy test; you're fucked if it's a daughter Passed out outside gazing at extra north stars But hows there's thousand whens there's only one celestial? See the white blow, flakes on my Wendy's bendy straw, snow In a different world where the phrase "I don't know" is acceptable In the same thrown the mulch of fallen recoupables [Outro/Hook] Parents ain't dead yet But the day won't be long No one wants to hear that Consider this an old song x2 (Consider this an old song)