Stick up

[Verse one]

Sipping solipsism through my schisms
I’m all alone, universe prison
Look like a prism in every direction
Sick in the head I need a prescription
I need a new something
But everything’s nothing
We sunk into emptiness
Ate all the smoggy bliss
Got the patience of a forest
And the presence of a fine mist
There’s no escaping this existence
Not pleased to be me so I killed all the ego
Wish I was blue with a sidekick named Shego
I’d fail at taking over even my bedroom
So I’m all in the PC like my name was max headroom
You can call me dale cooper not much of a shooter
But I got me a suit and I’m feeling real super
I’m sloth who is all and nothing
But with this in your ears you might think its something

[Hook]

What’s all we got
What’s all we need
Just this guy sloth
And all of his greed
It’s a head bobbing stick up
So hold that gold brick up
I’m sloth everybody
These lines are of a pick up

[Verse two]

Cause I’m trying to date you honey
I want all of your money
So I can buy tea and maybe a monkey
An eccentric dollaraire
So just not quite there
Just got that red hair
And a frightening stare
I never smile my teeth I don’t bare
I’m a recluse and a bother but I don’t often care
I shy away from the sunlight all of the glare
And I hope I wake up to escape this nightmare
My bed’s never made and the bills never paid
Just spend all day trying to get up to shave
I’m a sin so I win lets join the parade
I’m sloth that’s a lot I’m the color of jade
Too young to be bitter don’t pick the coffee bean
In the lime light I might glitter but it’s yet to be seen

[Hook]

[verse three]

I got this swag in the bag
As I laid in the shade
I don’t want to work
But I always want pay
Kick start me from here to mars
I wanna hang out in the stars
Yeah my outlook is bizarre
But that’s what makes me raise the bar
That’s what makes me oh so cool
That’s what makes me act a fool
That’s what gets straight A’s in school
That’s what gets me out of duels
No one wants to fight me
Cause they know all about my biting
They know about my rabies
They know that I eat babies
No I don’t eat new borns
But I will leave you scorned
Yeah you’ll want your money back
But buyer beware I’m a hack
Or I’m a god king with bling on my ring
So kiss up or stick up
Buy all of my things
All my brags are empty
But my grocery bags are empty
So you better pay me
Before I start begging
I’ve got a panhandle
That you can’t handle
And I’m not even from Florida
Oh what a scandal

[Hook]