Mac Lethal - Bird Feeder lyrics

I'm gettin' older now I gotta pry these vices off me that just bolt me down So let the pulses gauge I fill the pipes of my kitchen sink with scotch Wash the gla** out, do my dishes, sweep my spot I was glossy-eyed smokin weed on my canopy But nowadays all I really need is my family I found solace, I found a gal that don't bite My heartbeats resembling the sound of calliope pipes Don't wanna be my dad's senile son But my momma's d**h taught me how to treat my lungs You see, nothing cleanses me like a three mile run It'll help me untangle every dream I've spun I am lookin' at my new front door I made a bird feeder outta beer bottles lying on the floor I am lookin at my new front door And I am not about to bite another poisonous apple core I am a figure, a father figure of sorts Responsible in no time to keep my fuse short Still I'm, I'm right here If they don't wanna love me, f**k 'em I haven't changed, just got sick of being what I wasn't I will be confined by a genre And that ain't a mantra I just think it's healthy for me to wander Throught the pomegranate haze The ghost towns and promenades Where corporate penpushers choke down their marmalade Engineers of romance, Huxters Avenue performers, balloon twisting buskers Multi-colored pill-shoveling slimeball shady pool hustlers Discharge carcinogens outta their car mufflers My town still breeds deers and wild foxes My life is scattered all around the house in brown boxes I am an antique human, I am a man That's quite suspicious of God's plan, you understand. I am lookin' at my new front door I made a bird feeder outta beer bottles lying on the floor I am lookin at my new front door And I am not about to bite another poisonous apple core I am a figure, a father figure of sorts Responsible in no time to keep my fuse short Still I'm, I'm right here If they don't wanna love me, f**k 'em I haven't changed, just got sick of being what I wasn't I understood suicide better than ever But it just ain't for me, it's not my cup of tea I accept the challenge that my demons are presenting though That means being patient with a six-year old That means I admit when I'm wrong or we don't make love And just because we break down doesn't mean we break up And yeah, we got money problems, so what We share a love that's so robust (bring the drums in) I'm gonna follow those archaic guidlines Have a family, stay healthy through my lifetime I'm talkin' oxygen, blood flow, baseball practice I yearn for a therapeutic tracklist My dad is 66-years old, he runs three miles every other day What more can I say? But these are the golden years, friends I loved my 20's but I would not do them again Let's begin, it goes I am lookin' at my new front door I made a bird feeder outta beer bottles lying on the floor I am lookin at my new front door And I am not about to bite another poisonous apple core I am a figure, a father figure of sorts Responsible in no time to keep my fuse short Still I'm, I'm right here If they don't wanna love me, f**k 'em I haven't changed, just got sick of being what I wasn't