Tomatoes (and the Ridicule) Video (MV)

Yeah, there's somebody at the door
I'll get 'em
Let's go
Oh, who is at the door
I better lift the energy inside this corridor
There's many folks around me
So we sing like troubadours
I wonder if they count on me to lift up all your souls
And socially perform
We'll sip a couple Coors, pop a couple corks
You can make the serving doubled
This is not par for the course
I hope you're feeling comfortable and never feeling forced
'Cause you know I can't afford
For you to hate me
For you to shame me
For you to look at me and whisper that I'm crazy
I'm feeling faded
I'm in a Matrix
Blood rushing like a race
I can taste it
Just have some patience
Don't want surveillance
So I'll run into the bathroom to face myself
With the mirror looking back
I'll erase myself
With ideas, with the facts
Better brace yourselves
What'cha gonna do
There's 20 other people in the living room, yeah
Go get a stepping stool
Or else you'll slip into the bottom of the kiddie pool
Don't you know the rules
What'cha gonna do
The beaker's tipping over, spilling residue
It's all around the table
On the other tools
Why am I the fool
'Cause I put myself in front of the tomatoes and the ridicule
Tomatoes and the ridicule
My anxiety ain't valid
Yeah
I'm ready to get rid of you
Ooh
Bad mix in the salad
Yeah
Tomatoes and the ridicule
Play-Doh with the pity, ooh
So hot like the flu
You know I'm covered in red goo
What can this can of Ragu do
I guess we'll take it to the ballad
Don't throw it
(Look)
Don't throw it
(Yeah)
Please don't throw it
(Uh)
Please don't throw it
Look
(Damn)
Stumble back into the crowd
Feet are heavier to lift
Might crumble to the ground
Mind spinning got me sick
Steady fumbling around
Finding words that kinda stick
Lemme tumble-dry a couple ideas
It'll be quick
Yeah, I'm stunned to see your faces are fine
I'm in the clique
The entire time, I wanted escape
I didn't fit
Like the waistband too big
Date plans are fake
Inadequacy baked into my head
Like cake, I ate
Walk around the party
They still shake
Y'all got it started
Raising like Cane's
Pouring up Bacardi
Want a better taste
We can sip on Grade A once we get more paper
Can't tell you later, uh
Here's the serving of the medicine I gave her, uh
Listen up, to myself
You're gonna hate her, but
She might come back quick with a vengeance
Like
What'cha gonna do
There's 20 other people in the living room, yeah
(Uh-huh)
Go get a stepping stool
(Yeah)
Or else you'll slip into the bottom of the kiddie pool
Don't you know the rules
What'cha gonna do
The beaker's tipping over, spilling residue
It's all around the table
On the other tools
Why am I the fool
'Cause I put myself in front of the tomatoes and the ridicule
(Oh)
Tomatoes and the ridicule
My anxiety ain't valid
Yeah
I'm ready to get rid of you, ooh
Bad mix in the salad
Yeah
Tomatoes and the ridicule
Play-Doh with the pity, ooh
So hot like the flu
You know I'm covered in red goo
What can this can of Ragu do
I guess we'll take it to the ballad
Don't throw it
(Look)
Don't throw it
(Yeah)
Please don't throw it
(Uh)
Please don't throw it
Look
(Damn)
Making sure the vibe's right real quick
We still feeling alright, I think
I'll let you know a good time for y'all to split, 'cuz
I need a moment to reflect like I'm a shrink
I need a moment to reflect like I'm a shrink
I'll seek atonement for what I said over drinks
Maybe no one noticed none
Maybe I can just breathe
But who knows