Mean

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[Intro: Complete, Seth Sentry] Complete Seth Sentry We're some nice guys Right? Nah, ugh [Verse 1: Complete] This is history in the making The missing piece to a victim's media statement But it's a mystery why my missus says that I'm "Mr Mean" Maybe it's the fifty-three misdemeanours I'm facin' (Goddamn!) Got the gift of being impatient It's May and I'm tempted to get the Christmas tree from the basement (Ha) Went for some breakfast; this prick was keeping me waitin' I pictured beatin' his face in with strips of premium bacon They've been saying my fuse is short (What?) as a newly born Human dwarf, that's why my Uber score has been viewed in court I met a mute before They implied that I'm the moody sort, I said, "Yeah, like you can talk" I hate tulips and unicorns, you're a stupid horse I'm the fuckin' type that might lose rapport to a news report (Yeah) 'Cause I just threw a fork and a spoon at a boomer Who thought my music was rude, so they poured their soup in my Puma shorts Maybe hot-headed, maybe I'm short-sighted Maybe it's wrong the way that I take the support's riders And say that I'm more famous, make me some pork sliders Take me to Four Seasons, lately it's more [?] Blame it on poor guidance, breath control isn't ethical Instead it's "F it all" as I wet my soul in this ethanol Never preppin' for pressure, instead I fold You get better results projectin' a decibel to a deaf adult Guess I'm gettin' Seth involved in my darker vibes So I don't look like the only kind artist whose heart has died My calmer side mixed with karma committed comi-cide Still, even if I can't be nice [Chorus: Complete, Seth Sentry] I don't mean to be mean I don't mean to be rude But I'm runnin' out of steam, what you want me to do? I don't mean to be mean (Nah) I don't mean to be mean I don't mean to be mean I don't mean to be rude But I'm runnin' out of steam, what you want me to do? I don't mean to be mean (Nah) I don't mean to be mean (I do actually) I don't mean to be [Verse 2: Seth Sentry] When you've got a problem and you feel like you are not enough (Yeah?) You should do a lot of drugs and keep your feelings bottled up (True) Therapy's for pussies, all you need's a lack of self-control And just remember deep down—it's everybody else's fault (Ah) Yeah, I'm glad we had this little heart-to-heart (Yeah) I'm at the supermarket tryna get my car to start (Come on) The hardest part is tryna remember where I parked it last I tried to mark a path with half a jar of carbonara sauce Made it home and ate a tub of Häagen-Dazs in the bubble bath And argued with a bunch of rubber ducks in an avocado mask Try to let the drama pass, I should do karate Or some martial arts, instead of Krav Maga in this pilates class Insomniac, sipping on a coffee can in Zombieland Driving through your concert in a Kombi van, stomp your fans Body slam your whole entire band before the song began Now watch me throw a mark into a train like I was Omni-man Yo, fuck an olive branch I'd rather hit you with this potted plant Got a list of rappers written on each hand Yeah, someone else to blame for all my foul mistakes Bitch, you wacker than the sound it makes when I walk into a thousand rakes (Ouch, my face!) No wonder why I never made it out the gates I'd rather play games here on the couch, that's why the album's late And I'm so out of shape, this hoverboard's about to break Nowadays, the shit I wrote is real, I feel like Alan Wake So why would I spend like fifty-g on a bracelet When my veins have got more ice than the winter season in Frankston? I'm Mr. Freeze the drink machine, think I need a vacation A change of scenery, they tell me that I'm cold but I don't mean to be— [Chorus: Complete] I don't mean to be mean I don't mean to be rude But I'm runnin' out of steam, what you want me to do? I don't mean to be mean (Nah) I don't mean to be mean I don't mean to be mean I don't mean to be rude But I'm runnin' out of steam, what you want me to do? I don't mean to be mean (Nah) I don't mean to be mean I don't mean to be