Press The Keys

[Hook] I'm tryin'a sing a song But you won't sing along And I don't know if it's cause I don't have the words right yet Or it's not meant to be Or if you're testing me So I'll just press the keys Until I get the words right [Verse 1] You're the girl I'm addicted to looking at Quick fix and booking back, dip before she's looking back at Hip-looking ass in sick kicks and crooked hat Crooked teeth, crooked eyes, kicks it with crooks and daps, and Took a cast many, but he never seemed to hook it, passed Many looking Snooki, nah, never seemed to Ring a bell for me, but for you? Look, it cracked Like, Liberty Significantly shooken and Now I'm always texting you whenever it's possible and Whether or not you respond determines my optical and Sets it on optimism or misery, Conferencing Visually is instantly flipping my friggin' switch, but I'm Sitting and simply wishing residuals will come off of you Cause if not, I'm just jogging on a toboggan and You're probably mocking me But that wouldn't be shocking, it happens often, see? And it often seems [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm a stuck-in-the-middle kid, with a middling ignorance And a middle finger, plus I'm a rapper, god damn it I hate when I'm spitting into the flask, it's all stammered But sometimes I hit it and fall back on the false glamor Ball hammer in my mouth, stick around cause I can jam a scream Spitting with a schism for the rhythm from a tambourine Oh look, another teen rapper kid, sans a team Tweaking in a speakeasy and far from Danny Tanner Themed And you're a lamper dream, manifest destiny With a ma'am manner that commands my damn chest to beat I think I see a part of you that none the rest can see I'm shakin' like an etch-a-sketch and drawing a blank Because my lyricism always been the clearest prism, but in this Delirious fear, what's clear is it's all in the bank This song is the hardest one I think that I've ever written, this Incision's so addicting, I'm just calling 'em cranks I'm hauling this dank, just thinking how often I think you're pretty Escaping from my thoughts like they're big as this New York City And it's New Years' Eve, and when you hear this song Maybe you'll hear me, Maybe you'll hear me tryin'a sing [Hook] [Verse 3] No... you don't understand. You don't wanna be with me You don't wanna be here when I'm tearing with some beer in me And you don't wanna be here when I'm steering in a tealy jeep With another beer in me, weirdos tearing seats in the back Cause of touchy-feely me. But everything in the rear-view mirror be really sweet Brick into the looking glass Hiccups are for rookies, it's been a year and a fucking half I'm sick of this crooked path, caution to the fucking wind If I could find the words to make you understand How much I panic when you're vanishing, I might just have some luck again So all my pride and my ego, I'm gonna tuck it in And crack my knuckles, and put some pressure above the pen, and... [Humming]