i don’t eat seafood fancy, i aint vigilant i eat just like a fisherman goin straight to the source, cause the good shit usually aint at the stores if i got too much of what i got then i’ll trade it for yours all the problems of the world we created of course down in florida i was eating alligators hanging with weirdos, whistlers, caterers, waiters i get along with people who wear overalls and waders i don’t need no suit dummy, i’m a creator come to think of it, i might need a lawyer later i save my bacon fat for frying up tators i hang with a blue eyed blonde bomb shell she’s reading my wrinkles and stories that my palm tells overcrowded heaven might lead to a calm hell HOOK x2 only thing you can imply summer days i’ll be at a shrimp fry with a lazy and a limp eye watchin blimps fly i simply don’t do well with digital i’m stuck in my ways, it’s habitual when i eat something good it gets physical my spine shivers and i see visuals when my grandfather died i was cryin in the fetal open casket in a cathedral only time i ever saw him in a suit ever since i was young he exposed me to the food he owned a diner slinging livers and the onions why you think i need to be carnivorous to function my mind stops at the creek the river is runnin every once in a while i let a sliver of sun in every day i’m eating dirty stews, somehow my waste size way under thirty twos my diet’s a riot, i don’t suggest you try it medical anomaly … health i defy it HOOK x2 only thing you can imply summer days i’ll be at a shrimp fry with a lazy and a limp eye watchin blimps fly OUTRO i found some bliss in the blue i will not listen to you

shooting pool in a dive, watchin snowfalls, sank a stripe on the break, but i’m pickin low balls i don’t wear aprons i only wear overalls spatula in the pocket, don’t knock it that’s the protocol the amount of whiskeys big, but the soda’s small didn’t just hang a picture, i rewrote the wall matter fact, i bringin heart to a hopeless hall breakfast was apricots and roasted almonds if i’m eating eggs, then the yolks are crawlin across the plate observing from all angles my heads off but it can oscillate people bein honest get ostracized dottin t’s … crossin i’s if you try to find the truth you gettin lost in lies, damn kids made fun of all the stews in my thermous but what made me strong made em squirmish HOOK x2 we all got our reasons someones sunshine’s someones rainy season i’m on too much of a mission, i should take up fishin i don’t think i’d sin if i wasn’t raised christian a musician, but i’m into nutrition every country got they’re own version of stew chicken except america, i’m scared for america’s fate cause immigrants make america great steak and potatoes can be good but it gotta be done right chimichurri with the lime for the sunlight i used to be nervous askin who’s sick of this? but inspiration’s everywhere it’s ubiquitous now she tells me that she don’t do carbs yeah she pretty but bitter like rhubarb pullin up on the maj degan oh my gosh with a osh kosh sellin posh mark panache vegan i will admit she’s intriguing but i need bacon for my day to begin HOOK x2 we all got our reasons someones sunshine’s someones rainy season

i keep my stories to my self, now our love was dope .. had to put it on a shelf, wow back to being single, in river of wrinkles toughen up, my skin turn into shingles so the rain runs off and the tears drip i’m tryin not to solve my problems with a beer sip find a new lady maybe with some pierced nips damn this life has been a weird trip i thought it was disastrous .. it was a mere slip bottom feeder eater but she was sweeter than syrup that was new to me, a figment of my imagination, i was wasted at graduation rehashing my past, we’re all fascinated with cash that is fast my mustache is a mask shit if you gotta question ask it, why? cause tomorrow you might be in a casket HOOK back to being alone, i’m back back to being alone, i’m back i’m back back to being alone, i’m back back to being alone, i’m back i’m back i will remember you til the day i die i shoulda asked you to marry me on a pretty day in may you are so god damn pretty the most beautiful woman in all of new york city angel breakfast was a bacon egg and cheese or a bagel i would die holding your hand together we could leave our skulls and souls in the sand at low tide, then one wave will come and save us from our grave i know you like the way my mustache looks when i shave so i’ll clean myself up before our final bathe babe, i miss feedin you grapes we had sex like apes with the curtains open but the carpets matched the drapes when we made love it was escape our love was worth all of the scars and the scrapes HOOK back to being alone, i’m back back to being alone, i’m back i’m back back to being alone, i’m back back to being alone, i’m back i’m back

i’m a hard to reach hermit bikin i don’t got a beach permit turnin into florida man, more than sorta tan insomnia beats takin a quarter xan i flew south for the winter it was cold i had splinters in my soul you’re strong, no ones skin’s thinner than a trolls i’ll be a beginner til i’m old and i’m fine with it, life’s better with some wine wit it if i make it i make it cause i ain’t tryna get it thank god i ain’t allergic to shellfishes don’t bother me, lemme relish this okay i’m done it was delicious we left on good terms sent her off with some well wishes and not one part of it felt viscous ever since i was a toddler i want to be an otter sun bathing on hot rock in the water my friends call me Granatar thinkin back there’s some shit i shoulda bought her anything just to show her that i love her just to get to know her was an honor i can’t take it any longer, she’s who i think about when i ponder i know i didn’t but i can’t help but think that i pawned her minds’ getting weak, wine to me beak i eat it from the rind to the cheek end cuts for the slow braise, i want world peace, but i’ll settle for affordable co pays and the government just continues to say no ways they’re gonna hoard the money and claim that they’re doing it for the country besos it’s up to you to redistribute your yen, dollars and pesos i got friends who came from money, and came from nothing but we all creating something we all had a little bit of pain from the start nothing harder than explaining your heart i’m all for respecting my elders i appreciate truckers, plumbers and welders i was drinking beers, she was drinkin seltzers didn’t really know real love til i felt hers now i’m rambling til i’m stuttering and stammering luckily i never ever got into gambling but when it comes to shootin pool i’m the champion if i don’t sleep, i don’t sleep i don’t take ambien i need all the nutrients lemme get ya salmon skin started with a gram of gin, in a thimble rockin a dirty stachebut i got dimples keep it simple stupid, find a sample, loop it, i got ample examples, i got a sensitive soul it lacks enamel after all i’m not a machine, i’m a mammal