Sip your water, brush your teeth, take a shit
And have a good day bitch
Foolhardy
One short smile in the sunlight
Two thirds left if the luck right
I brought bread to the gunfight
Just my way darlin' some might call me foolhardy
And I won't beg your pardon
I'm never blasé
And I'm not down with the cosplay
I've seen it all, met you all, most of y'all fake
You take a word just for words' sake
And settle for the third rate or lower
And Pop did not raise his son to live in lower case
Van Morrison and Andre mixed with Mama Mavis
Goddammit
I can't find a ceiling
I'm trying to get this generation to find a feelin'
When they're numb walkin', dissociated, jaded and done talkin'
Grandfather ate up the future, dooming the grand fodder
I gotcha, don't worry baby, I gotcha
You're fucked and I'm fucked
These are our problems
Yeah
These are our problems
But I keep this shit knockin', I promise
It's one short smile in the sunlight
Two thirds left if the luck right
I brought bread to the gunfight
Just my way darlin' some might call me foolhardy
And I won't beg your pardon
I'm never blasé
Foolhardy
It seems that most chefs specialize in one cuisine
But you've taken a different approach, yes?
Yes, of course
I feel as though you are given one life
And to taste and create all the different flavors in it is only right