Clarence Clarity - Splitting Hairs lyrics

The torso of my toy wrestler is too loose And you're trying to feed me kind words through poop chute Quit it, I can smell the waste It elevates into the air, I swear, it's up there Doing a jig upside down on a gla** ceiling And on the other side, there is Billy Mays Kneeling down giving it a streak-free shine But when I show him the footprints he ignores me each time I catch sight of myself sliced in seven angles I'm quantised and baptised but understand that Maybe one day in a couple of years God be like; "f** it, I've been splitting hairs" I catch s**ing myself sliced in seven angles I'm quantised and baptised but understand that Maybe one day in a couple of years God be like; "f** it, I've been splitting hairs" I get it, it's not your problem, you've transcended We're swimmin' in outrage and gluten-free chicken Gawker articles, copious photographs of kittens and... "Listen to my mixtape!" That was a request, not commentary The similarity of our struggle is kinda scary Iapapa berries are my art; some life for nerds, but turds to those confused by tart remarks I catch sight of myself sliced in seven angles I'm quantised and baptised but understand that Maybe one day in a couple of years God be like; "f** it, I've been splitting hairs" I catch s**ing myself sliced in seven angles I'm quantised and baptised but understand that Maybe one day in a couple of years God be like; "f** it, I've been splitting hairs" I'm at my weakest, reading Rap Genius Trying to make sense of myself, dispensing my health To these beings i'm not even sure that i'm seeing, peeing on the side of the bowl My roommate is sleeping next to the girl who is sleeping with him, because her guy does art and only makes about 8.99 Christ, me and that guy would be best pals, but I should keep it down, their having s** now I catch sight of myself sliced in seven angles I'm quantised and baptised but understand that Maybe one day in a couple of years God be like; "f** it, I've been splitting hairs" I catch sight of myself sliced in seven angles I'm quantised and baptised but understand that Maybe one day in a couple of years God be like; "f** it, I've been splitting hairs" Splitting hairs Splitting hairs One day in a couple of years God be like; "f** it, I've been splitting hairs"