Busdriver - Happy Insider lyrics

Ive never been the brightest guy You know the ones all the gals look for I used to think norweigan wood Was a scandanavian adult book store I recall this fling with a goth metalhead With a pierced labia and purple titties She used to defile me Make me feel lousy and sob while scribblin my little journal entries Im not out to f** just malajust Would you be my friend for a thousand bucks? Im no solar panel plated kutcher made of granulated sugar Due to how my confidence allowance s**s I feel i should probably be re-s**ed If she makes me wear this full body v-neck But my name is her with an apostrophe s "Rarely do my yoga instructor and therapist both agree on the poor choices that i make in my s** life, you know? you get the commemorative tofur?" Happy inside happy inside, even though i'm frowning happy inside, I don't know why I lie "You know, all my homies need to stop hatin, really." Our OG looks on cozy nooks Are under seige at the blanket fort We've striken fibs of clothes pinned haters With womens lib nomenclature Our dinnerdates accompanied by dialysis machine beeps In your case we should hereby screw while dressed to bee keep What feudal queens are canoodling With this human resource rent a wreck When i scowl at the hole punchers and am gallop poll numbered Say they would rather see my dick in a french press My day is a cheech and chong mis step And my face is a three pronged inlet, come on "Even though, you know, you tried to put my face in a hot waffle iron, I still know that you love me inside, and i'm still feeling you" Happy inside happy inside happy inside, I don't know why i cry Blocko blocko blocko blocko Happy happy happy happy (x2) Happy inside happy inside happy inside, I don't know why i cry Keep me draped in our calendar becomings ? would show 'ominous' instead because it's not likely, that when i'm on tour, chillin & i freak with girls then I sign off on some off-shore drillin' simply because no broads adore us my dry wit's due to clogged pores from chalk-board dust still i'm the sh** on the vanity plates on the tour bus for all the wrong reasons, though like me being an actual turd