Watsky & Mody - Man of Constant Sorrow lyrics

Chorus 1 In constant sorrow I am a man of constant sorrow I've seen trouble all my day I bid farewell to San Francisco The place where I was born and raised (The place where he was borned and raised) Verse 1 I'm almost never in the city I was born and bred in anymore but everywhere I tour I'm repping black and orange I'm trekking back and forth forgetting what I'm packing for I have to travel more and add a couple saddle sores Got these battle scars from riding in the cattle car You're noshing on some caviar I'm gnawing on your apple cores Mental checklist You're Mr. International But last I checked I'm Mr. Continental Breakfast Condiments and Chex mix Condoms but I'm s**less But I'm optimistic I'll dismiss my bigger issues If I fit into some mistress like the long block in Tetris I was roaming in Wyoming when the popo were arresting me I told em questing for my destiny-- Noo I always end up in detention cause I'm itching And I'm searching for adventure and each city I go Chorus 2 It's fare thee well my own true lover I never expect to see you again For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad Perhaps I'll die (die) upon this train (Perhaps he'll die upon this train) Verse 2 Papa is a head doctor. I think he's Socrates But he can't get my twin brother to want to talk to me But I rarely try and so it's partly my hippocracy Gotta a couple secrets and I keep them under lock and key Push em down occasionally sparking up the broccoli I'd rather take my lumps display dirty laundry Than pop a pill and stagger through this day like I'm zombie Like I'm some unhappy and unnatural Blondie Abercrombie model with the fake-est f**ing smile plastered on me I might be a sarcastic ba*tard, but I'm never plastic And my masochist tendency's Imagining disaster and then mastering its recipe So I hit the road out of necessity to stop guarding And I'll hop out and run if ever my car is not starting For now I'm not charging All my meals are business meals Cause my business is not starving Chorus 3 You can bury me in some deep valley For many years where I may lay Then you may learn to love another While I am sleeping in my grave (While he is sleeping in his grave) Verse 3 4AM again, the radio alarm is kicking in I've been to every sh**ty old La Quinta Inn in Michigan Hitting the ignition till I'm stripping off my Michelins If you catch me b**hing then remind me How magnificent my life is How the struggle's priceless Cause I got those lovely troubles that you couldn't put a damper on Each unhappy camper on this planet is a champion If you think you're hopeless and you'll never be like Kobe and you And you've got an empty mantle cause you never won a trophy man Well you still won that marathon of swimming that fallopian And I've learned lot I could lose Cause there's a lot of dead s**m in the socks that I've used Who would love to be the feet in the socks in my shoes So better get to walking till those spoiled feet are bruised And then sow your royal oats till you're growing something new Chorus 4 Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger My face you'll never see no more But there is one promise that is given I'll meet you on God's golden shore (That golden California shore)