Grandma’s favorite grandson. Son of a handgun Put your hands up this is a happy man’s anthem I came to kidnap rap for a billion dollar ransom Fuck your golden era and your teeny bopper tantrums When I’m dead I wanna leave a legendary legacy A body of work with every word and every energy I’m not afraid of making enemies I’m afraid of making babies with vindictive pay-check chasing crazies I could never be lazy No time to relax I’ve already visited hell and I’ll never be back Jump for joy now that everything’s green grass Too many people can’t see past the demon mask It’s an empty [?] disco and we’re all just burning copies Singing along to long lost rock-star wannabes And honestly I don’t wanna be another networking zombie I want something real something beautiful and sloppy
Listen up party animals Those dance moves you use are too mechanical Who needs wings to fly when you’ve got a catapult? Find something you love. Find something tangible. (x2)
As a kid you drank coke As a teen you learned to snort it As an adult you smoke it ‘cause you can’t afford it I’ve never done powders Don’t really do to many drugs I guess I think I’ll like the buzz a little too much Micro manage by day. Hopeless romantic by trade Pseudo super hero fanatic by razor-blade You should do something special before you fade into the gray But all some of us want is a good lay and good pay And that’s okay whatever floats your stolen cargo boat I want to be bigger than gravity and charge the world to float That’s no joke let’s just say I’ve got high hopes And it don’t stop ‘til I’ve got you brainwashed by my quotes We can’t all be Picassos Some of us have to be normal folk That makes us all special individual souls I want to poke a hole in a portal and off we go I don’t think its possible but damn that’d be dope
Listen up party animals. Those dance moves you use are too mechanical. Who needs wings to fly when you’ve got a catapult? Find something you love. Find something tangible. (x2)
Let’s party like it’s 2012 and sell each other all the things that we would never tell Let’s party like it’s 2012 and tell each other all the things that we would never sell(x2)
[John Cusack (from High Fidelity)] People worry about kids playing with guns or watching violent videos, that some sort of violent culture will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands, of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery, and loss Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable, or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?