I Don't Rap in Bumper Stickers

I've been doing this for too long to keep Singing the same song This is another one of those happy moments not made for anyone I don't rap in bumper stickers, I'm witty with 40-liners Every breath is a chorus, sing along if you're still breathing I've got gods, I've got issues Nowadays I've learned to not criticize Ever seen my foot-in-mouth stance I'm a g walking Broken token, something of little appreciation To truly see where all of this aggression stems from You gotta always play the nice guy and get shitted on Everyday's a gavin convention with no one to see Everyday they put up new doors and I don't want the keys If I'm not getting black-balled I'm getting white-boyed You can condescend me but you can't offend me I'm sure i'll get all the secret codes When showing love to sole becomes trendy Poor me, I dig myself holes Somebody marry me, I'm getting old Somebody remind me why I continue to press on I need a flamingo to put on my front lawn, I need a front lawn I need to stop feeling sorry for myself I need to stop repeating myself Everything is fading slowly No longer selling out, I'm buying in Redefining my grin Making new medicine and now I'm sick of it all But I can't get enough. hating females less Accepting the fact I'm slowly dying And can't make any songs that glitter Or be happy in a roller skating rink So fuck the revolution, it's all about starcraft Palm-pilots, and meaning what you say So if you don't understand it, I can't explain it And if you don't understand it, I can't explain it If you don't understand it, I can't explain it Picture perfect, picture perfect picture The perfect way to spend a perfect moment is all alone I live here, I'm putting my life here, I'm selling my residence So I can eat out occasionally I don't spend enough time here, it's the alien in me All this paying dues is buying advertising space Don't call it commercial, call it logical progression Because I work hard for the critcism Picture perfect, picture perfect picture The perfect way to spend a perfect moment is all alone I live here, I'm putting my life here, I'm selling my residence So I can eat out occasionally I don't spend enough time here, it's the alien in me All this paying dues is buying advertising space Don't call it commercial, call it logical progression Because everything sucks Picture perfect, picture perfect picture The perfect way to spend a perfect moment is all alone I live here, I'm putting my life here, I'm selling my residence So I can eat out occasionally I don't spend enough time here, it's the alien in me All this paying dues is buying advertising space Don't call it commercial, call it logical progression Because I think everything is sounding great