Mr. Society - Day Off lyrics

[V1: Realname] I conquer the sunset With a bottle of rum having some drunk s** And the both of us cum at the same time Dance to the dubstep Drunk on a winter night in a warehouse Flunkin' exams becoming a man with her hair down Crushin' a can with one hand in a hand stand On a skateboard baked in a stairwell With a scarecrow goin' to show and tell stoned Wearing a black eye and a hickey Chair in a backsliding around Tearing these math guidances down And MacGyvering splits in trees with use by stickers Thick as thieves and exclusively sick disease Ditching english and ticking Gs Fried as frickin' chicken wings, writing Raps and ripping jeans on wire fence Avoiding ticket fees chased by insecurity Just trying to take it easy Try to be the coolest f**ing guy your mates could be with Try to be the guy that ladies sleep with Disguise my skinny body trying to hide a major weakness Yeah, maybe I should've ate my Weet-Bix But how good is a sleep in? A shallow piggy dipping his foot in the deep end Addicted to weed when he sees it his knees bend When will the dream end? A teenage bieverything trying to pretend I've never been seen red Feeling blue eating green bread Newly weds, young and stupid meatheads Full weekends, pool tables and ritual pretence Harder than it looks, that's what she said Muck up day mattress squeaking f** the f**ing beep test This is me best version of it, left at recess And never went back Started spitting and never went whack In his new sh** I adapted like pterodactyls from raptors From Terras to Too Birds Never was too scared to learn Just too clever for cla** so kiss my a** [V2: Teether] It's soft close on the eyelids when I'm outside And I've been feeling like a pirate how I'm fiending for that booty And my motives been consuming me Jazz cabbage and that saxophone solo So for the moment, I'm not stressing 'bout the bread though Watch him roll locomotive, Mr. Plowing snow But not that cold cold Flow slower like the mouth blow out indo Disjointed like the words snap those elbows Wall plugging loose jaws with a stern look Shock collar plus the strength of that right hook Eye colour blackening The thought of one more is enough to break the packaging Stewed herbs with the structure two thirds of the way Never learn when they running out of verbs Too Birds with the force of two herds Swapped my whip for a hearse 'cause we put them in the dirt