Loneliness is not alone, it's empty
I carry groceries home on my ten-speed
It's ten past three, I'm on the westside
I don't feel right on my left side

I've sent too many stupid fuckin' emails
I'm not too lucid when it comes to details
My boo say she wanna start shopping retail

I can feel that I'm nervous in my kneecaps
My father stays texting me about speed traps
I used to write songs about no news
Now I'm crashing my cart up in Whole Foods

Whisper passages from Motorcycle Parts & Zen
How did I wind up in Humboldt Park Again?

My Granny used to say on the South Side
Down on 86th and 8 is where I found my
Mortality, you ain't a pal to me

I'm not one to self immolate, but I might not make it to the...
I'm not one to self immolate, but I might not make it to the...
I'm not one to self immolate, but I might not make it to the...
I'm not one to self immolate, but I might not make it to the...
I'm not one to self immolate, but I might not make it to the...
I remember my Mother telling me stories 'bout this hood
I remember my Mother telling me
I remember my Mother telling me stories 'bout this hood
I remember my Mother telling me
I remember my Mother telling me stories 'bout this hood
I remember my Mother telling me
I remember my Mother telling me stories 'bout this hood
I remember my Mother telling me

Pacin' like a panther, stance like a tiny dancer
Hold tight to Elton John, that Gucci belt is wrong
Your life doesn't carry the worth of a Wal-Mart coupon
Wore the wrong cap tonight and b'rap, oops, you gone
On the [?] bloodflow like so much Oolong

I don't know if baths would say it's lovely
I don't know if baths would say it's lovely
I don't know if baths would say it's lovely