Kush Mody - Where We're From lyrics

Listen to this It really ain't sad It really ain't tragic It's just something to pa** the time with And till he told me it was wrong I'd never really minded Cause it really ain't sad It really ain't tragic There really ain't a lot left for me to say Filling in the blank slates like we're born this way You cross over the bridge and there's a liquor store adjacent Over past the bank where there's a thrift store and a basement She's flipping through racks of other people's dirty laundry Finds yellow hoodie that she likes and puts it on me There's stain on the sleeves and it fits me kinda crappy But who are you to talk sh** man it makes her happy Where I'm from We make love in empty spaces Sometimes when I wake up I swear to God I dreamt these faces But even though I know it isn't real I gotta give to Whichever sick f** came up with what we're living through Didn't believe me when I told her Breaking of an empty bottle on the table just to hold it But nobody looks pretty with a gun to their head I guess I'll do the dishes and forget what you said Cause the world is full of reasons to continue running circles But sometimes I kinda want to hold my breath till I turn purple [Hook] But It really ain't sad It really ain't tragic It really ain't inspiring It really ain't magic It's just something to pa** the time with And till he told me it was wrong I'd never really minded Cause It really ain't sad It really ain't tragic It really ain't inspiring It really ain't magic There really ain't a lot left for me to say Filling in the blank slates like we're born this way Shelly's gonna learn to juggle plates when she gets older But for now she's banging Wu Tang out of busted Chevy nova there, yeah And she ain't nothing to muck with I hate to watch 'em push her into something productive It's like we're scared of empty spaces Frantically arranging all the pieces in their places and it haunts me Cause when I look in my container I feel the way it holds me but can't make it any plainer Where I'm from we made circles out of squares Riding bikes up the hill with them wide eyed stares Looking for something to get into Like your daddy's liquor cabinet or somebody's broken window Talked a lot of sh** but somewhere under babble The rea**uring rhythm of the tides on the gravel I held on to it somehow it seemed to matter But now when I look back the little things just make me sadder Where I'm from we folding circles into boxes Making perfect little puzzles out of pretty paradoxes For the sake of simplicity filing empty spaces While I'm staring at the ceiling finding filling in the traces [Hook] Josephine just a dream just a few years past You had me looking down a tunnel when your heart beat fast Shaky hands clinging to a hospital sink trying to hold down dinner and it's awful to think That all I could see was the narcissist in me Staring back at my reflection like "How hollow can you be?" Just a sinner in the hands of an indifferent God A relatively privileged but insignificant fraud Then you came out kicking fighting for that inspiration Filling empty spaces with a breath of revelation Where you're from, there ain't no circles and squares Your perp is staying clear back in the jerk in the mirror Cause while to sack her and I'm back again I figured out what happening Is nothing but the sum of some synaptical reactions Each time I turn to see her she asks me not to leave her You got your mother's eyes sweet pea I'm a believer [Hook]