it's not like that i wanna forget most times
it just seems like a fucking reflex so why
it's not like that i wanna forget most times
it just seems like a another reflex so why
what became of this place i knew it when
such a shame not a trace of who i've been
and can you claim to embrace the change within
and who were you again? (who am i again)
dust in the wind, you must buck the trend
i'm disgusted with, the injustices
my memories have been crushed to death, oh yes
i know the keys have grown rusty yet, and yet
i still try to turn, reply and learn
i wonder who still waits for my return
but i burn those bridges (bridges), and i spurn those digits (digits)
maybe i'll be better off stayin ch-ch-chill like fridges
(maybe i'll be better off stayin ch-ch-chill like fridges)
it's not all my fault, well mostly
and i never quite fit in all that closely
and what i'm sposed to be well that's gross to me
emotionally morose you see
so hopefully, well, i never plan further
left alone like a scruffy nerf herder
drunken till every third word is slurred
and still preferably prone to the absurd
(word?) but it all seems a little bit cyclical
and every other day is too fuckin strictly dull
need new stimulation to pick the skull
or any sensation that can quickly kick this lull
a different day but the same old drag
aint nothin changed but the names on
a different day but the same old drag
aint nothin changed but the names on... nametags
The Philadelphia rapper turns the children's music formula on its head with old-school beats and sharp life lessons. Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 13, 2023