Matua - Messy Lyrics

GOOD GRIEF

I wake up w/spiderbites on my arms but i'm still nothing special
Something about my old habits
Needa keep my dusty psyche leveled
I'll take whack ballots over flack jackets
Smelling like my roommates
While they rolled up, puffed, i passed on that

Candy is dandy but liquor is quicker
I'm tight rope dancing
Hiding from that ugly thing seen in my pictures
Got butterfingers and jitters
I was born w/ clammy hands

But i'll scribble up some pearls
Stack a couple platinum plaques
Pay my sister's fullerton tuition
Buy that model 3 for my dad
I'm not shit but at least i can admit that i've been working on it

I got a chip on my shoulder
I turned my back on my brothers
Used their faces as stepping stones
Ashes of incense, roaches float across our carpet stained home
Cut rows of my teeth with their bones

I can't keep lashing out every time that i feel read
I can't hide from the outcomes by claiming that i'm depressed
I can't keep lashing out every time that i feel red
I can't hide from the outcomes by claiming that i'm depressed

I don't wanna be sad anymore