Tundra/Desert

[Verse 1] Every sick, fickle fucker Childhood's what makes you Until they treat you like tundra Weigh those opinions More like air than lead [Verse 2] Every planned occupation Surefire disappointment up ahead Until they treat you like desert See mirages of friendship Face turns red Aw, shit! [Verse 3] (I don't feel and it feels fine Save twenty dollars and I'll give you my supplies I don't mind) Here's the soon to be anchor Build bridges to nothing, you'll get nowhere (I don't feel and that feels fine I don't feel and that feels fine) Every governor's mother Knows that their bread is buttered by Sam (Crook takes Crook takes green out of wallet) And what about science? They find proof and let you make your own decisions (There are answers to our reasons Worthwhile to find) Every child star wonders If they have a future up ahead (King takes queen, takes queen out clean It's all right, it's all right) Every kind-hearted banker I don't think there is one (I took you out) Every winning opinion I wish I had one (I took you out for a night on the town I took my wallet out) Every winning opinion I, I wish I had one (You don't mind? Well now, that's just bullshit) Stand on platforms in water Filling jars full of silence, you'll get nowhere (You're balancing balls on your nose, all right I don't mind, I don't mind So sometimes you want your own space And that's all right, right? Right) (Get too creative ordering our drinks And mine stinks, mine stinks Get too creative ordering our drinks And yours stinks, yours stinks, yours stinks We get too creative We get too creative)