So slick so mean so pretty so chill
So self-actualized
I don’t know how to be cool like u
I don’t know how to be cool like u
I’m off-putting I’m loud and weird
But every time I get lost I end up here
See I don’t know how to be cool like u
I don’t know how to be cool like u
I see pain I don’t push it down
You see pain u say pain’s all around
Yeah I don’t know how to be cool like u
I don’t ever wanna be cool like u
Life advice is a Friday night
The story sounds best when it ends in a fight
But I don’t ever wanna be cool like u
I don’t ever wanna

I’m tense and nervous and I can’t relax
Like a kid who’s mom is antivax
I got a view that I call parallax
Alan Pakula with the camera snap
Very bad like Cam Diaz
Depressive since a foot tall
Like Charlie Brown
I never kicked it over football
Puts it all into perspective
When you should bawl/ball
But second guessing is a cancer call it wrongcallogy
and in the long haul
We are a million new babies that are blooming for each other
A million little daisies all watching the lawnmower
Yelling at it from a distance we convinced ourselves was safe
See if you can dent the void
Without blowing up the space
I exaggerate and rant to put hype on my favorite cause
Knock up the words
So when I stop talking it’s a pregnant pause
Our best ideas will stay in bars
raise em like we’re lazy fathers
We forget to stay involved

Mommy told me I was special
Reject that on a moral level too hard and you overpedal
I’m not special
But we’re exceptional
Or maybe just cells in the same jail
One organism with shared memories of Oregon Trail
(or at least Halo)
He was no angel
They demonize every baby that they fail
So is it special?
well then
Special edition limited print it’ll have its moment
Until it sells out
Its own story
Like retail/re-tell
So sell me self care
Lotions by the basketful
I just see screaming lambs
I just see capital
U just see destiny
One that you manifested
You’ll be your parents soon
They can help u invest it
Tweet on current affairs
Till brunch on the beach
pray for the homeless
But please get the fuck off my street
I love that your art is so easy to understand
It’s something to eat
While I’m stayin busy hoping money’s something love can defeat

All I see is valley brats and alleycats
Lines outside and inside the bathroom yeah
Starfuckers always bad news yeah
Girls with stupid tattoos askin’ if they can grab a few snacks
Out of the green room
Might even think of myself as a failure until I see u
They climb over backs and turn a blind eye
when the friends of the headlining act trigger a staff member
into a flashback when your group pushed her against the wall
Because she couldn’t seat u
never comment on what’s wrong unless it’s in common with where the convo is goin’
Slow down progress not to threaten your ascendancy to boss bitch
Socialist till you got shit
Then shut the door call the locksmith
Pick up the laundry not dog shit
get mad at your barista
for being such a slow pour and it’s incredible
how life is an incredible bore if
U keep flexing and they don’t see
How incredible yours is
I’m givin directions to tourists like they’re headed for war
U never reform but
I’ll always be the penitent whore
Watching the cool kids pretend to love who they are
I’m never gonna be cool like u
I don’t ever