VERSE 1 I’m Just tryna pace it / heading to the shops / I just need to grab the basics sitting at the docks / watching as the tide changes goin up and down / so I gotta check my laces
which way / which way / do you wanna go twitch like a switchblade hidden in your sole stuck with the duct tape / I cant hear you no fizzled out like the lemonade / bubbles in my throat
so so we settled down on the low/ no no / no more waiting explode / let em all down from the balloon where they float then scrub em down with the ‘fight club’ soap
all the folk with a hope / flat broke when they spoke that fire that they stoke / made the smoke / made em choke so they sit and they sulk / till they suffer a stroke When your old and you croak / there’s no time to elope nope
CHORUS Frivolous how I spit spat sput Ridiculous ya got ta kick that gut Oblivious to how its all adding up wickedness is keeping you up Just gotta let it all play Just gotta let it all play out
VERSE 2 I was tryna rush Down the steps I would run/ but now I need a crutch Man look at what I’ve done / snapped up my ankle That ain’t no fun/ I need to keep it casual
Walk before you run dumb dumb/ When you turn back / better follow breadcrumbs Quick to react but slow to get it done Spend all you time clicking on the icon
You wanna be one/me im too busy sitting in the sun In a beer garden with a drink between my finger and my thumb wiping off condensation letting my mind go on a vacation
my minds always on other things mind on the honey / and honey in is my dreams buzz around / and then I land on her knees only when its sunny / and all that flesh can be seen (Oh…. Yeah)
CHORUS Frivolous how I spit spat sput Ridiculous ya got ta kick that gut Oblivious to how its all adding up wickedness is keeping you up Just gotta let it all play Just gotta let it all play out
VERSE 3 I take it all in Eyes wide open complete with a grin Laugh when I’m tripping up /you gotta see the funny side Yeah I keep picking up on other people’s appetites
Some have always gotta have it their way Others take a shot try and aim down the fairway If it hits rough then you know its not the right taste Gotta broad palette and a brush dripping bright paint
To cover up scratches and scrapes And make it all look like it’s one big take End up / coming off / photogenic in the frame Everybody looking at it / thinking just the same
And that took time more time than they gave So when they rush it through/ it ends up kinda lame Sick of being tied to / the time of the day Cause everything I should be doing/ should be getting done today
But its not I cant be bothered
CHORUS Frivolous how I spit spat sput Ridiculous ya got ta kick that gut Oblivious to how its all adding up wickedness is keeping you up Just gotta let it all play Just gotta let it all play out