MyYert

Lyrics

[Intro: Zeroh] One of the more difficult things about making music has to be (has to be) The recording without, slobbering all over the microphone (real shit) Like I swear, like I have overactive salivary glands I now understand what it means to smoke weed and get dry mouth before recording [Verse: Zeroh] Evaporated H2O Condense, cover myself Source of energy, most beautiful gloom We kicking the flowers, smelling the stones Contemplating my doom Walking in circles, blowing, I stare at the moon Trying to howl but end up screaming in tune That could have been that prince binge Blow them 47 balloons Boy I be (?) if I'm inhaling in fumes And aluminum, spark the bong, load the DMT Riddled with shrooms I might whine, I just wanna sound cool With white wine in a mason jar I'll be at the barbeque lounge in the pool Talking to girls, breaking unwritten rules I've been a fool, cause I'm losing my friends Although I'm not a stranger to the blues But that's the way the cookie crumbles When you numbing on the come up Be catching all they fumbles A humble genius, like a dumb fuck I drum while on a high vibe Get buzzed out of dumb luck A home behind my eyes, a fine mind It's plum puckered up From tipping on that fine line Wrong between yum and yuck Fear love, down up Right left Came back an amateur alchemist Transmuting fitteds into strange hats Laughing at myself in the mirror like a deranged cat Spitting Cheshire fire with Alice drifting in the Maybach Through wonderland Vegas bound she three deep into that tecate box Rocking my teapot, I yell about my taste Steaming, it's hot, it's leaking on my- see them screaming STOP! Bitch you crazy this is not a fucking game, it's my life So please drive with discretion Or I'm driving this knife So far between your eyes your dreams spill up on my dashboard Like I was trying not to get out of rape, but you was asking for it I'm just playing, yeah I feel sorry I'm not nearly as 51-50 shifty shady or as off kilter as I seem I'm just, living my dream It can get a little nightmarish Prone to apathy my exterior, I don't care-ish There doesn't mean I hate you Because I'm just as lost as you are In this common concrete human zoo star Sometimes worry that the mind perish Cause we're, oh so, vulnerable Especially all you stoners who know Our ultimate goal, on this orbiting globe So hold onto your hopes and stories Where the ropes attached? My backbone and bloodline is stepping up to bat Watch me scat to first base Rap to second, flying The black bird might land on third Homing you niggas on my own Moving like Bernie, jerking, Dougie, get it in doing the worm I'm home I just wanna go home (Outro) Wipe your feet on the plush alligator as you exit my yert Watch your step