-Hook- It must've been the right time to stay home -Verse 1- Show up to the party like I'm not invited Got a few stares I ain't know nobody here, feel like they could tell this my best shirt, big room full of people here to network, Over time, I forget who I'm here to see I'm glue'd to my phone, like a cheap screen I just wanna go home, curl up in blanket dome fall into a comatose of a deep sleep. 12 AM rolls around and I'm deep into the shots they told me would help a nigga turn up erasing the possibility I would say something wrong everybody found someone to settle down with I'd rather settle down back in my crown vic bumpin TA-KU down the interstate I guess I'm just lost in my inner state, tonight. -Hook- -Verse 2- Nowadays I'm not quite sure what's considered stylish prolly cause I spend my time so divided between making chiptunes in my bedroom and watching documentaries on Netflix all afternoon Days tie together but most nights fade fast unlike the memory of holding her hand last Another party invite maybe I'll meet someone who likes all the things I like Maybe I'll meet someone who likes Beck or Initial D Or tries to spit Shakkazombie rhymes in Japanese [banter] I mean the party's on and poppin but it just ain't my thing My niggas tryna get these girls to suck on my wang and yeah they cute but I'm just not my bright self today In fact they loud as fuck, I think I'm sober again -Hook- -Bridge- Left your house in the same way that I came you said we fall the same we're water in the rain discontentment brews in twiddling thumbs and cheeks of rogue -Hook-

~V1~ Sublime Libido Mind Tricks Bad Juju, make you coocoo watch you end up on the noon news and in new news no new friends no new new almost had a catch but her snatch smelled of doo doo Alright alright alright got that spit on loop virus I wonder if grunge bands wrote lyrics in papyrus or maybe comic sans, prolly not, worst font, it should be banned along with wingdings even though it spells out everything that I'm thinking thinking that if another weekend goes by and she made other plans, but she never cancelled mine and hers, the line between reality and what I thought I might've herd will be so fucking blurred if I were pure, I could ride it like flyin' nimbus, unfortunately destructed by a bio-chemisty she wanna know what makes me tick but I don't understand is this a date or we just hangin out? Cause we were holding hands... so... ~Hook~ If I wanna lay in bed for an hour try to get these words sorted out flowers on the popcorn ceiling remind me I can keep on dreaming and we won't spend our lives in the waiting room no more, if I wanna get away who says, who says I can't? ~V2~ Dear love, Life is a lucid dream, I fear. Feels like reality truncates each day I wake ambition disappears Often I compare myself to peers, write lyrics that you'll never hear but this year, I'm going all out, lyrical bouts over some phat bass, smooth chimes to make the girls girate they abdomins like sine waves Some people said my music helped them through some less than fine days That's all I ever wanted, really I've been stagnant, cause my music gets a little feely Don't really try to be ironic, try to state it clearly You're out to see the world, that's a dream of mine. too Milan to Shibuya is my ideal route Take the whole trip in fresh ass suit Meet someone like you Make some inside jokes, maybe say I do Maybe raise a few kids, maybe more than a few but either way I gotta make it out the waiting room, saaaid ~Hook~ If I wanna lay in bed for an hour try to get these words sorted out flowers on the popcorn ceiling remind me I can keep on dreaming and we won't spend our lives in the waiting room no more, if I wanna get away who says, who says I can't?

~V1~ What's going on? 9 o'clock is upon me as I braved through the dawn, and I'm on- line checkin' my facebook for hundreth time, it seems I ain't gettin' no sleep spent all night lookin' up how to make kokeshi dolls out of paper mache and gotta say it's impossible see the measurements you gotta take become trying when the silver linings out of sight (motherfucker cut my finger on the box cutter) 9 o clock and I've got phone charms to paint, screw class, I don't care if I'm late when I get in this state nothing in the world can relate To the Thrill of adding lots of frills, and tightening nuts and bolts on a robot girl She speaks three languages and translates in real time people try to kill time but there's so much to do and school just steals mine People callin' my cellphone Wanna hang out? Hell no. Got a Zaku to assemble They say that I'm goin' mental Like, "I thought you got some help bro." Therapy is too iffy About as helpful as god damn clippy and I don't need no help, it's just me and these ~Hook~ Arts & Crafts Robots and Gadgets Lock up in a room Zoom through time, in a rad jet, I don't get mad if a nigga calls me faggot, It's what's makes me happy and that's all that really matters is these Artsz n Crayuftsz (CRAFTS) ~V2~ The fact that I missed prom makes me little bit sad if I'm just being honest But every cons like a prom, in a world I can understand, plus it got a cosplay contest So there's that. I guess. Met a crossplayed chick dressed fresh as Jonny Quest I saw she was rockin' an SNK necklace Survey corps crest by them chestesis and I'm getting hyped, I'm getting geeked I can I tell by the varnish she got it from me only sold one of those, like just last week along with a tengu mask hankercheif Gotta get a booth at Megacon cause if I'm tellin' you the truth, man, all I want's to break through, like an craft beautillion a steady cash flow's dope, but all-in-all it's these arts and crafts, I'm craving maybe alcohol at the rave and I know what you think, man that's so raven that's a bad joke, but this ain't a game remain sane with an insane addiction refrain to explain cause they never listen and just do you And while you do that I'mma be over here on my ~Hook~ Arts & Crafts Robots and Gadgets Lock up in a room Zoom through time, in a rad jet, I don't get mad if a nigga calls me faggot, It's what's makes me happy and that's all that really matters is these- ~Bridge~ Based young niggas sculptin worlds of their own you can't tellin em nothin, fresh out the oven is a baked young nigga makin tracks boom bap, bring it back takin' over millieum soldiers ~Hook~ Arts & Crafts Robots and Gadgets Lock up in a room Zoom through time, in a rad jet, I don't get mad if a nigga calls me faggot, It's what's makes me happy and that's all that really matters Artsz n Crayuftsz

Uhm, Let's see my name Frank. I was brought here in '92. Living under the ruse of a human, uh, obviously I guess, that's why we're all here. Collecting data, studying analyzing humans I got really close, and lost myself in a few girls... It's strange cause Earth begins to really create this...torrent in your mind, I guess. And of course being born here you become part of this really beautiful, stupid place. I don't know. -Verse 1- My favorite pass-time's conceptualizing volumes livin' in moderation's what they say we used to all do how'm I s'posed to waltz within a muggy crowded ballroom in wet jeans, cold sweatin' meds I get from walgreens all things considered is a laughable phrase in this case, you can't consider with shit to relate too blind, and too binded, your mind is too minded, I'm up for being calculative, but down for just tryin I spend about nine hours a week improvising end of world scenerios and mock advertisements in the mirror, you'd think if you could see yourself, you'd see a little clearer but trauma runs deep in the psychosphere an ark of one of a kind millenials -- quote "90's kids" -- redefinin' lifestyles, conducting modern sciences, social justice bloggin', shit talkin' in the finest sense, soon we'll join the ranks, reminisin' over time we spent online, instead of what they did before us Are we just tourists? Sportin' Mickey caps in the back a corporate tour bus or mom's ford taurus? The floor ain't lava, but it's damn sure amorphous no foundation no foundation fatherless, couldn't be bothered unless, You got an offer I cannot resist No Foundation No Foundation No Foundation No Foundation... -Verse 2- I wish the universe could be the first Bleach OP Beanie Caps, Big Headphones, and lettermans bright colored futuristic track jackets skateboards to match it, scratch that, make it a hover board and throw in some goggles for no reason, and I could hang some plushies from my belt with no teasing, fuck yeah seeking for my dreams with no sleepin' I ain't gon' sleep in like I ain't got no fucks to give Remember that you matter If you like it or not We're just a story in a cosmic plot a recreation in new cinema in the way that we were made up of a billion parts So who says one of those parts ain't love? a metaphysical pull that you don't see from above but if you zoom in, you can see the pixels where we make our stay and how we shake that is...how we vibrate. I'm just sayin.

One day my soul be laid to rest father please forgive me, but I heard the silence sounds like summer in the city if the lord exists, would he pull me from the mahogany to send me to the place where all the martyrs and black fathers be? Sleigh Bells ringing, turn to whirling pipe organs Bowser in his castle, dry bones worship warden In the meantime above us, sisters and the brothers playing jenga with the maker, our creator, sounds about right musical sounds about life are now forbidden if you appreciate yourself you atone in our religion if you're sportin' a vagina start supportin in the kitchen if you're happy and you know it then repent. Don't get wrapped up in the real world It's just a game you were never meant to play I'm sorry to say, Don't show emotion in the battlefield free will's a 360 deal keep sealed and your soul is here to stay Tilt your head back so the sins your kin to swallow store themselves in time eternally confined you're more than empty, hollow Sing a slow song warmth of wine begins to follow Seek and you will find we do it all the time we're more than empty, hollow No baptism can saves me from the remorse I felt once you were gone