Bomb The Music Industry! - King Of Minneapolis, Pts. III And IV lyrics

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Bomb The Music Industry! - King Of Minneapolis, Pts. III And IV lyrics

Pt. III. Okay Hanger My god, I woke up on the floor Of a famous Minneapolis rapper whose name will go unmentioned I didn't crush the cat, no one wrote dick on my forehead I wasn't seeing stars I was seeing cigarettes And 1990s compact discs I didn't even feel depressed Like every other day when I wake up I wouldn't trade it for the world, I would trade it for way less Just a parking spot and a place to call my home I'm always waking up hating that life ain't perfect, despite what they say, my mistakes aren't worth it But f** it, I got through today, I can get through tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow We lost a tire but we put it back on Lost the love of my life, holy sh**, I got a better one I lost a couple of my favorite shirts and favorite friends I lost my favorite band I feel like I have lost my mind And people tell me this is fine Still I feel sh**ty every time I try to f**ing fall asleep at night I wouldn't trade it for the world, I would trade it for way less Just a parking spot and a place to call my home I'm always making mistakes that are never worth it, despite what they say, I hate that life ain't perfect But f** it, I got through today, I got a few more tomorrows, tomorrows, tomorrows, tomorrows, tomorrows And every day I wake and smile But by day's end my smile subsides But I guess I'll be here a while And I'll smile through today, last night I didn't die Pt. IV. Cecil Otter Tattoo And I know I'm not dead Because I just threw up in my own mouth Swallowed back This hangover ain't that bad I feel worse just about every day But James Brown must have sparked a change Somewhere in our dialogue About sleep, hardcore, and not being young Got it drilled in my leg because I f**ed my head When I'm all alone, I will always have one friend When I wish I was dead, when I hate my friends, I must repeat this until the end I still have a home even if my home's a van When I wish I was dead, when I hate my friends, I must repeat this until the end I still have a home even if my home's a van You still have a home even if your home's a van You still have a home I still have a home even if my home's a van