See me, I'm not here
wallowing, following, swallowing beer
my minds not right, 'cause man, I can't breathe
Would you still fight, if you were smoking weed?
What the hell am I talking about, you act like you know
I say some shit to let it out, you say some shit to show
But, ther's more on my mind, then what's on my mind
Swimming destiny, left out design
And a whole bunch of nothing, wrote on this page
I can't see what the fuck is, up with this place
What are you staring at? I'll slap them eyes out your head
They'll land in the palm of your hand, so you can watch what you said
I'll put my foot in your throat, while it entered through your ASS
Rubber soles will make you choke, Dirty feet make you gasp
And the smell of my socks, man do they stink
Turned paper into rocks, green stains in the sink
I tried to flush 'em down the toilet bowl, they flew back out
My dog wouldn't even swallow 'em whole, he'll eat anything just about
Should I rhyme some more about socks, maybe move on
Bruce Springsteen used to rock, but I can't remember any songs
And the little green munchkins in oompa loompa land
Just sit and make chocolate that doesn't melt in your hand
And do you remember, all the funky shit we used to do?
Like smelling fruity markers all the while eating glue
Playing in the sandbox, and taking little naps
Always tricking grandma, and chasing her cat
Life was a little fun, at times it was mean
I remember I used to run, when my room had to be cleaned
Memories, I guess, are just a thing of the past
Some things you hold on to, or throw in the TRASH
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