Piano

Lyrics
Looking for some giardiniera, place to get a refill Find it hard to quiet down, quiet, keep your brain still Legs so restless, tired climbing Walter Payton's hills Electric bill through the roof, banking on some free bills Addicted to the Instagram, microwave insta-ham Microwave spaghetti, green bean, open old can Alone having meals when I'm technically an old man Garbage cans down the hall, jingling your dinner clams No plans, Rally ten-speed, loose kickstand Kicking it on the roof, thinking how it all began Disco kid, to later on become a drifter Chopping up quaaludes courtes' Curtis old sister Talking bout ketchup, sweet gherkins and some pastry Feeling like a clown, former town near Gacy Snapped out the clout when pottery saved Stacy Did detective work like Cagney collab Lacey Living in 6E, dinner plates place daisy Sometimes people just go a little crazy Ping pong table in the basement had pipes Not enough clearance with the heights Really tight game, shoulda back-hand sliced Bag in the basement fulla tangled old kites Iron brown vice, cut and curve moon for the wall Top Gun scene, volleyball for all Diving in jeans, no shirt and a belt Pool table green, ripped the felt, tried to jump Intratec bazooka, no-pump Double-clip Baretta, water laser held the court Waterhawk ruined battery had a short Shotgunned, alkaline leaked in the port Got your gun-stained green knee-high shorts Better off playing HORSE with the left off the porch Before I had a drop I had the '87 hard top Lottos, no socks White and blue Lotto but I threw away the box Coulda had the bag Instead I got your gun pellet stains in the calves Kept every color and left on the tags Coulda played futon and put some play clothes on Like McGregor, grey and blue sweater Coulda traded in Girbauds, Louboutin shoe leather Or Nike certified collab loverboy Drake Or Reebok pump color snake Relax by the lake Gucci, Gucci swim tank Animal print like drawers You need to not have claws You need to be a good friend You need to not get conned You need to not have excuse You need to not let loose You need to have some control You need to let it all go Go for what you know, citizenry is at a low Everything is done for a look
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Credits
- Writers
- Serengeti