Oops I got way too loose
An easy thing to do when you break your own rules
Too much booze and now I’m standing on the roof
All my friends yell up to me “you got nothin’ to prove”

Oops I got way too loose
It only took an afternoon to end up on the news
Takin’ in the view, patiently waiting for a cue
The voices in my head tell me “you got nothin’ to lose”

If there’s a thing I know one it’s that I should never own a gun
Because the shit that protects you most is what you run from
All day long I stay numb and it’s no longer just for fun
Now that I’m older it’s become my own destruction
I bring home dirty clothes and anxiety from the road
When I’m ready to explode, it’s an eruption
It’s begun my own descent, got no money for the rent
Gonna be breaking where I bent, I’m coming undone

Oops I got way too loose
An easy thing to do when you break your own rules
Too much booze and now I’m standing on the roof
All my friends yell up to me “you got nothin’ to prove”

Oops I got way too loose
It only took an afternoon to end up on the news
Takin’ in the view, patiently waiting for a cue
The voices in my head tell me “you got nothin’ to lose”

I can’t sleep anymore, this guilt has shook me to the core
Don’t know if I’ll make it home from tour without a fist fight
You know me I succeed but all along the way I bleed
Even a quickie can get sticky like my hash pipe
So smoke up I had enough, call my mother, call my bluff
It ain’t got shit to do with luck when it comes to our type
Its’ too much I say goodbye as I step into the sky
Said I’ll be reppin’ til I die and that day has come

Bad cookie, I like the way you looky
She a bad mamma jamma, got a magnet in her pussy
Rolling up a fat doobie in the back of the schoolie
And when she light it up she like, “what you think I’m a rookie?”
Bad cookie, tell your boss you’re playin’ hooky
‘Cause your fathers in the pen and your mama likes to boogie
Yeah it’s a hung jury what the fun done to me
Bad cookie, you only want me for some nookie

Two blunts, three fortys later I’m faded man I feel invaded,
Sedated now I’m straight wasted I’m just tryna’ hang
This lady makes me feel crazy, now I’m not lazy,
But lately she got me thinkin’ that this all just might be over man
Never met a girl and thought maybe that I could give this up
But she got me thinkin’ that maybe we both could live it up
Whipping around downtown and I know that this chick don’t give a fuck
Think she can hang with us?
She got me throwin’ up a white flag
Baby please, I’m on my knees
And I can picture you and me we sippin’ fortys on an empty beach
Don’t mean to slur my speech, you know that I’m in need
Of sittin’ next to you gettin’ faded on this Ohio tree

Bad cookie, I like the way you looky
She a bad mamma jamma, got a magnet in her pussy
Rolling up a fat doobie in the back of the schoolie
And when she light it up she like, “what you think I’m a rookie?”
Bad cookie, tell your boss you’re playin’ hooky
‘Cause your fathers in the pen and your mama likes to boogie
Yeah it’s a hung jury what the fun done to me
Bad cookie, you only want me for some nookie

She probably thinks that I’m an imbecile, smokin’ out my window sill
Pick her up from work then pack a bowl up of medicinal
Maybe I’m in need of clinicals, not even kind of cynical
I’ll buy that bitch a box of chocolates and a tandem bicycle
Relax and kick back with her shoes off
Then buy a rack, throw ’em back till the booze gone
You don’t even worry about tomorrow you got work off
Won’t wake up ‘cause you know I turned the snooze on
Said I’d never stop like I’m runnin’ from the cops
And I’m a bad bad man or so you thought
And time and time again you’d hit me up
But you’d leave every time feelin’ less than enough
Said I didn’t care, at least not enough
But at the same time I thought you cared too much
We started out gold, turned to silver and bronze
Now I think that we are rust

Bad cookie, I like the way you looky
She a bad mamma jamma, got a magnet in her pussy
Rolling up a fat doobie in the back of the schoolie
And when she light it up she like, “what you think I’m a rookie?”
Bad cookie, tell your boss you’re playin’ hooky
‘Cause your fathers in the pen and your mama likes to boogie
Yeah it’s a hung jury what the fun done to me
Bad cookie, you only want me for some nookie

I’m throwing up a white flag too many drinks too many smokes
Cookie got it real bad, she wanna see how far this goes
But before she roll her eyes at it I’m out that open door
Until cookie realize that she won’t see me no more

It’s too much work, there’s too much wrong
I could never fit it all in a song
When solid ground ain’t holdin’ strong
You can only dig your heels in for so long
Did too much dirt to wash away
But that ain’t how I was raised
But since birth I’ve felt the same
Jaded and half sane

I’m detached and disenchanted with the fact
That my only recourse is a fuckin’ heart attack, love ya back
If I make it out with some happiness in tact
It’ll strictly be due to change of habitat, battle axe
Ready for war, can’t afford to be not
I never pay my insurance, can’t afford to get shot
When the whole city’s sweatin’ like the walls of the Grog
Make a motherfucker go and quit his day job, dog
Solemnly swear, solemnly swear
That’ll I’ll wear out these blues like the shoes that I wear
Solemnly swear, solemnly swear I’ll be that

It’s too much work, there’s too much wrong
I could never fit it all in a song
When solid ground ain’t holdin’ strong
You can only dig your heels in for so long
Did too much dirt to wash away
But that ain’t how I was raised
But since birth I’ve felt the same
Jaded and half sane

I’m on the road more than I’m at home
With a broken phone, and I smack my dome
Every time we hit a bump, and it’s cold, and it’s on to the next show,
On to the next show, let’s go
Can we take a step back? I don’t got a fall back
There ain’t nothin’ else to say, this brains been racked
No choice in the matter me and Tropidelic climbin’ up the social ladder
The homies from before, who got up and scattered
Wanna come back for tea like I’m the mad hatter
Livin’ the dream? I’m livin’ couch to couch
I’m just lookin’ for a place where I can lie down
This life style got baggage that you wouldn’t understand
I’m just tryna’ make it back to the east end, it depends

It’s too much work, there’s too much wrong
I could never fit it all in a song
When solid ground ain’t holdin’ strong
You can only dig your heels in for so long
Did too much dirt to wash away
But that ain’t how I was raised
But since birth I’ve felt the same
Jaded and half sane

In the alley way, when the river’s low
Keep ya pistol close, keep ya windows closed
Took a leap of faith, down a pigeonhole
But forgot to snip the umbilical
As a human race, being cynical
Ain’t nothin’ beautiful, yeah ain’t nothin useful so
What it’d really take is a miracle

Shit is so heavy
Graffiti in the levy, holdin’ up the corner deli
‘Cause the money makes the world go around
On the teli, explosions of confetti
If that’s what it’s like were all goin’ down
I once had a broken man tell me
About the vicious underbelly of us all
He said there ain’t no line to cross if it’s a line that we’ll never draw

Put into your place, plugged into your skull
Don’t get unruly it’s your duty to be usual
Suburban interlinks, urban terminals
Got a vendetta ‘gainst the whole neo-political
Children of a pace, pilgrims from a hole
First to feel miserable from reasons technological
What we really waste is a miracle

Shit is so heavy
Graffiti in the levy, holdin’ up the corner deli
‘Cause the money makes the world go around
On the teli, explosions of confetti
If that’s what it’s like were all goin’ down
I once had a broken man tell me
About the vicious underbelly of us all
He said there ain’t no line to cross if it’s a line that we’ll never draw

I feel panicked these erratic little habits will start to get the best of me,
Now that’s enough ’cause I can’t stand it yo who told you I’m the baddest?
I’m just tryin’ to get these words down coffee shop chillin’ I’m the villain chuggin’ dark brown
Run away without a sound, we’ll run your asses out of town
Money talks and bullshit walks so give me yours and back down
I work hard while you sleep, you’re all sheep, I’m Bo Peep
Best get to the market cause this piggy’s choppin’ off feet
Blast you back to Pre-K, I’ve been rappin’ all day
Everybody on your street knows me, look out your window pane
You probably think I fuckin’ lost it, I’m not going back to college
I’ll steal your sunglasses and your wallet
We can call it a fair trade ’cause these words that I spray
Can be explained maybe knock some sense into your brain
So don’t hate when you can’t relate,
I’m tryna’ skate “wanna bake?” sounds great, we on our way

Shit is so heavy
Graffiti in the levy, holdin’ up the corner deli
‘Cause the money makes the world go around
On the teli, explosions of confetti
If that’s what it’s like were all goin’ down
I once had a broken man tell me
About the vicious underbelly of us all
He said there ain’t no line to cross if it’s a line that we’ll never draw