Paroles de Lotta Years
The kid that worked down at the local Baskin-RobbinsGot a tattoo of a lipstick print attached above his collar
I watched him relocating pistachio to a waffle
Thinking I had lost the plot if not the passion for the novel
He asked me what I wanted, I ordered something daft
He said he liked the tattoo Alex drew me of the bats
Thanks
I like it too but modestly confess
In present company, my coloring is not the main event
Look at that neck
The message is immediate, the guy Fs chicks
I spent a lot of years making friends with cool artists
So when they drew me tattoos I could truly feel important
Now some 22 year old inside a cube of brick and mortar
Got me questioning my morals and their corny pecking order
I should give a shit less
Cherry? No
Whip? Yes
Lotta years
Uh, lotta years
The girl that work down at the local juice place
Got a head full of dread locks down to her waist
I watch her add the spinach to the ginger to the grapes
My hair was underwhelming, my juice was fucking great My mind's fucking blown
The future is amazing, I feel so fucking old
I bet you clone your pets and ride a hover-board to work
I used a folding map to find the juice place in the first
These kids are running wild, I'm still recovering from church
You should have seen me in the nineties, I could ollie up a curb
You should have seen me in the eighties
I was bumping New Edition, dragging acne into Hades
Lotta years
Naw mean? Lotta years
I like it too but modestly confess
In present company, my coloring is not the main event
Look at that neck
The message is immediate, the guy Fs chicks
I spent a lot of years making friends with cool artists
So when they drew me tattoos I could truly feel important
Now some 22 year old inside a cube of brick and mortar
Got me questioning my morals and their corny pecking order
I should give a shit less
Cherry? No
Whip? Yes
Lotta years
Uh, lotta years
The girl that work down at the local juice place
Got a head full of dread locks down to her waist
I watch her add the spinach to the ginger to the grapes
My hair was underwhelming, my juice was fucking great My mind's fucking blown
The future is amazing, I feel so fucking old
I bet you clone your pets and ride a hover-board to work
I used a folding map to find the juice place in the first
These kids are running wild, I'm still recovering from church
You should have seen me in the nineties, I could ollie up a curb
You should have seen me in the eighties
I was bumping New Edition, dragging acne into Hades
Lotta years
Naw mean? Lotta years
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