Yellow Sweatband

[Verse 1]
Rolling, threw the broken cities where the films is
With broken reels ends of sidewalks where the kids fish
Virtual where the cats live and cute when their distant
But coked out in person through, yo
Burn the perishables, personables, principles and sad shit
Flyer than a sailboat in my grandmas attic
I swear I'm an addict to this music shit, asthmatic
I'm shorter than a life span and longer than a burnt brand
In a land, where i haven't yet landed my flights the next land
I make land stated up in Genesis
Killing all the advocates with an abacus

[Verse 2]
As ill as a zygote rockin' Izod pants
I drown your dog in saltwater considering I'm a zotter
Life's like a pregnancy test; you're fucked if it's a daughter
Passed out outside gazing at extra north stars
But hows there's thousand whens there's only one celestial?
See the white blow, flakes on my Wendy's bendy straw, snow
In a different world where the phrase "I don't know" is acceptable
In the same thrown the mulch of fallen recoupables

[Outro/Hook]
Parents ain't dead yet
But the day won't be long
No one wants to hear that
Consider this an old song x2

(Consider this an old song)