Poindexter

[Verse 1]
As a kid I wanted to grow up so I could be myself
I shoulda said this as a kid for a lack of better dreams to tell
But as a kid I’d answer well, though I’d never believe myself
Like “do I need to be something?”, cause all I really need’s myself
Me, myself and I, yeah, we’re prolly gonna need some friends
And I’m ready to be a friend to anyone who need’s a friend
That was a disaster, man
Kids think I’m weird as heck
And it irks me to no extent; I’m quirky, bitch
Please learn which end, is up
Cause this is not debatable;
Inflatable head, that’s purely in-deflatable
A cranial mess; cause I have problems being assertive
So when all these kids look at me and smirk, everything inside just turns sulphuric!
So I go and snapchat my friend, delirious
A picture of an M-16; I think I broke our steak for this
Like, “I meant when I said imma shoot up the school, Demetrius!
I told you that I’m fucked up and I’m fucked up on the other side of genius!”

[Chorus]
Poindexter, poindexter;
A poignant little boy left the
Conjoined twins in a small shelter
With no heads, and their groins tethered
Remember, remember
The fifth of November, when I left em dismembered
Like a blender propellor (ahhh!)

[Verse 2]
What the fuck, man
That was really fun, man
Why the fuck you gotta judge, man
I’m so fucking done, man
I fucking give up, man
Where the fuck the drugs at?
I’m so fucking fucked that I fucking look like a fucking dustpan
When I’m fucked up, man
I fucking go, “fuck this, fuck that!”
Yeah

[Verse 3]
You prolly thought I’m playing games
But I’m here with a vengeance, bitch, I’m stayin til the anger fades
Though I try not to fuck myself up too bad like I’m spacing drinks
It’s like my life’s a roll-call, man; the time I spend on taking names
To think you even matter to me
You seem sadder to me
Talk to him, to talk to her; it’s ladders to me
Goin down the same rabbit-hole, think how Alice would feel
I just watch you moles furrow and think how mad the Hatter could be
Comfortably from the ins of my house
I sit writing people right off
And my God this list is quite long
Damn, could it be that it’s my fault?
Fuck it, like I’d like to find out
I stay put inside my hideout
That I look at like some kinda high-ground...!

[Verse 4]
I told you I was out for blood
A verse for you, a verse for him
Demonic with the motor-mouth;
I skrrt on you, I skrrt on him
I meant when I said it: “I’ll come for all of you!”
So yall can suck my dick;
I’ll cum for all of — wait
I was just a boy of twelve
Coping with my mental and it’s boistered health
Repressing all these issues, saw no point to dwell
My best friend told me he’d stay by my side; but he always left
He wanted to be popular, guess my existence stopped it then
Did nothing to fit in, developed a bitchin’ voice inside my head
It told me fill the sink and hold my head in til I’m dead
Wow it sounds as stupid now, as un-stupid as it sounded then: “The kid who figured he could drown himself”

[Verse 5]
Mama said my life is “novel-worthy”
Nothing’s worse than novels
I was ten and I guess peaked early
Where’d it all go downhill?
It wasn’t the cig addiction, surely
Or the countless bottles
Just some people all around me, yearly
I was tryna model
It all went spirallin’ out of proportion
My grades started falling much lower than normal
But I was becoming what I would transform to
The kids wouldn’t laugh; I’d be someone to talk to
And all the things my attention it brought to
Were all the things that I found I was lost to
The kids, they can laugh at whatever they want to
I’m King of my world and I’m so glad I’m not you!

[outro]
That' what I've been trying to say man
Poindexter
Ahh, fuck it