Bona Drag Tape

[Verse 1]
Getting old
Balls growing longer
Gandalf gray ear hairs like Grandfather
This must be the feeling of waking naked in tundra
Fat bones, Miss milk and sunny summers
Not a good look like me two-day stubble
Hit the king with left hooks, start a royal rumble
Word to mother
All my ex-girlfriends are mothers
Baby brother's having babies still worry my mother
In 1990 wanted to be Dikembe Mutombo
Now I’m five-ten-something and still can't dunk though
Just grew up to be like Big Pun eating Mofongo
Where my phone go? Where my fun go? Uh-oh
On the internet, a right-winger called me cuckold
Forget about it fucko, rest for a whole note
This must be the feeling of being buried in rubble
This must be the feeling of fleeing from certain trouble
This must be the feeling of sighing out of relief
Before they lock you up or put your ass to sleep
Tonight, I believe I am the Mohegan son of God
Blackjack table and my cock's rock hard
Recurring dreaming of being taken out by cops
Therapist told me I got some PTSD problems
Dream punches never land, thrice broken arm
Filled to the brim with a titanium rod
Those bones never really heal, they stay splintered
Not a great look like Connecticut winters
Pretty for a day, shitty for a month
Trying to make a buck finding new ways to say, "I don’t give a fuck"
What? Youth flew by faster than a pog craze
Geckos and Marine world Africa USA
Long gone slap bracelets, '88
Foggy east bay, green dinosaur cake
Baby, when I'm gone you will miss my hairy face
And the way my lips taste sipping Old Colony grape

[Chorus]
Just promise that you'll love me like my Bona Drag tape
I will always love you like my Bona Drag tape

[Verse 2]
You got me through some long days when money was gone, bay Sad drives back from the casino with negative pay
Listening to Phil Elverum every day
Sometimes I feel as if I need to punch shitty people
I have seen the Juggalo painted faces of evil
I have seen a crack cookie cooking dirty needles
I have seen a glass stem hold a mini-rose
Through a foggy 7-11 window
Behind the counter one can hear
The beautiful jazzy warble of Rhodes
Hovering there over a shotgun fully loaded
Pretty sure this music will not heal your broken bones
Pretty sure this music will not mend my broken bones
They ask me what it sounds like in Europe, I don't know
Ask me what it sounds like at Christmas, I don't know

[Chorus]
Just promise that you'll love me like that Bona Drag tape
I will always love you like my Bona Drag tape
Promise that you'll love me like my Bona Drag tape
I will always love you like my Bona Drag tape

[Bridge]
If I French kiss this gun, feel the cold steel on my tongue
Picture me happy for once
Remember me when I am dead and gone
If I French kiss this gun, feel the cold steel on my tongue
Picture me happy for once
Remember me when I am dead and gone

[Outro]
Hope they feed my body to a tree and not a grave
Hope they send my ashes into deepest darkest space
With the monkey from the cover of the Doolittle case
Hope they make me into something more than more waste
Hope they feed my body to a tree and not a grave
Hope they send my ashes into deepest darkest space
With the monkey from the cover of the Doolittle case
Hope they make me into something more than more waste