Joe LaPorta - Lazy Eye lyrics

[Intro] (Super fresh) [Verse 1] My spirit animal comes with a pretzel bun Troll of the treadmill Record on the Kessel Run (allegedly) Edgy from elevenses to Megabucks Techies with the treble down This is how we level up Dead meat, time travel, pressure, and disease As ushered out of two fingers pecking at the keys The coping mechanism in his LMNOP's Went from healthy to unhealthy to a hell he never leaves Cineplex Jesus, curse at the curly fries Mulling over Chuck D telling me, "Diversify" I'm at the Supercuts soupin' up the wardrobe Forecast looking like Ganesh on four phones "Hello, hello, hello, hello" Base camp, space camp Ba** in your face f**, brace for the rain dance Back in the back of the cla**room After a magical nap in a vacuum [Hook] Act natural, whatever that means for you Whatever that means for you Whatever that means for you (Superfresh) [Verse 2] Before climbing douchebag mountain, I was skate or die Started eating kale and came to terms with my lazy eye Putting on the yoga lady, cutting off The Cable Guy Whistle while you're waiting for your condition to stabilize AV cables everywhere, every piece of vinyl scratched Mentholated Tiger Balm, Aleve with the arthritis cap Irons and the niacin, iron Quiet Riot mask Unabashed privacy expanding into simulcast 40 winks, never the same adventure Refreshing, or the single longest exorcism ever In the end, you gotta wonder if it's even worth the effort No stairways into Heaven, you can step into the Escher Some people have mistaken my allegiance for a weakness It f**ed me up for eons, I wished I was a theist The type to fake his d**h then forget he faked his d**h Show up on TV, in the crowd at the AVNs, like... [Hook] (Hey peace Aesop uh It's Chuck D Yo man, you keep doin' what you're doin' man Keep rhymin' through those walls, alright?) [Verse 3] Sometimes I feel my heart putrefying inside my body From diary of dark to piety in the Ponzi On my better days they mingle and walk off into the poppy On my worst, the work is overshadowed by the monte Had to buy some clothes that fit me And pretend I like agave With a promise to his congress not to compromise the motley in him Maybe I should kinda sorta move to Mars I'm feeling kinda done, too many moving parts The piss-poor vision is 40 percent floaters The kitchen is a chorus of glorious leftovers The friends you confessed all the dark sh** to Had weaponized the information before we could send roses And they want a little pearl on how he got to where he at I can't remember where I am, I feel it's probably a trap Balk with the lawless, cough in his notes Walk on even when the walls hug his coat [Hook] Act natural, whatever that means for you Whatever that means for you Whatever that means for you (Superfresh)