Yo, yo, yo
Ya
Yo fuck song structure
Ya and my
Fuck my dad too yo
Fuck everything
I don't like nothing anymore, fuck

When your one of a kind it's hard to match
I think I found my soulmate
When I was young and lost my chance
Shit. What can I do now? Nothing much
I was too young, no one really teach you love
Just sex ed
Think I learned more from poetry instead
Now, no more Dr. Seuss before bed
Trying to read your mind while I rest my head
Catching zeds
But I got butterfingers
Addicted to the internet
Go outside then come back inside
Throw away the cigarette, but smoke lingers
Keep getting stuck at the bottom like coat zippers
Only one vegetable that make you grow bigger
Don't worry it won't last long like cold liquor (ya!)
Staying in between the lines only makes me grow thinner (ah)
Give her my heart and hope she don't shiver (ah)
Give her my heart and hope she don't shiver (ah)
Give her my heart and hope she don't Yell timber
And let it fall
It just needs a little bit of time to thaw
If I didn't keep it cold it would go bad and that's not good at all (ya)
You don't need drugs to suffer from Withdrawal (naw!)
I'm not good at explaining
Hopefully you could see what I'm saying
I got a glass jaw
I'm mewing because I think it's misshapen
If you talk to me I'm just gonna agree with what your saying
I don't go to parties to start debating (fuck that!)
I'm busy doing equations
Like, if you keep talking to me, I'll have a place to stay in
For the night
Wake up early then go to Tim Horton's for a bite (yawn)
Waiting for the buses to open up so I write
On the back of a receipt
Just something that's on my mind
Just some little lines here and there
Looking through the bus windows avoiding what's in the mirror (fuck)
Forget my own age feel like days turning to years
Music got me losing balance someone check my inner ear
Rapper born with asthma someone say love is in the air
I just need a plain and I'll fly myself out of here
Walk into a bar if I'm out of beer
Watch the sport game with no sound
No wonder there's no cheer
Oh ya

This is not a song this an audio book
Not made to sing along, loop a bar if you wanna hook (ok!)
Made the cover art in paint
Stopped caring who takes a look
Care more about the content
And not if it sounds good (I'm an artist)
Looked the devil in the eye and fell in love I'm a crook (crook)
I'm feeling shook (ya)
Opening and closing facebook
Hoping someone will save me with a
"Hey whats good?"
Nothing much, I just feel misunderstood
Can someone tell me what my biggest flaw is (where is it?)
And be honest
I just wanna be good I promise
Just a nice guy who's painfully shy
Thought I'd give drugs a try to help me socialize
All it did was put more things on my mind
Feeling ostracized
The only people I relate with
Are bad guys
And their dangerous its too late to change it
These are the people I'm meant to hang with
At a fast food spots committing antics
You don't get it its OK I'm not worth it, forget it
I'm poetic
All these words crunched together is just a metaphor for a headache
Now it's not as cool cus I said it

Everything is going to be OK
OK
No one got to worry about a thing OK
I don't like to smile then you'll see my fangs OK
Everything last minute not advanced OK
I just make stories not Plans OK
I'd probably say more with a glance OK
I'd probably say more with a glass OK
Only when I got empty hands I pray
I don't Move forward rather Dance in place

I'm dancing
I'm dancing
Ya
I'm dancing
I'm dancing
That's how its done
I'm dancing
I'm dancing
Kashay number one
I'm dancing
I'm dancing