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k.flay - yes i'm serious lyrics

[verse 1]
my greatest fear is mediocrity
i wanna be the sh+t
colostomy
that b+tch
ferocity
that drip
viscosity
n0body’s f+cking property
kiss my pale white b+tt my philosophy
bobby fischer prodigy i’m homer on an odyssey
statistically unlikely, still i might be the anomaly
smiling but i’m sad, the dichotomy
if you got some stupid sh+t to say then don’t talk to me

experts abound but they’re all selling doo doo
bamboozled on youtube that man’s not a guru
the paycheck on friday you already blew through
to finance some diamonds and scoop up a miu miu
like new shoes a voodoo
might undo the cuckoo
your vid gets a few views
could patch up the boo boos
of childhood rejection and after school boo hoos
capitalism religion the virtue
spandex and amex and xanax my worldview
4am benihana that’s my curfew
jumbo prawns perignon oxymorons
isn’t it funny that pleasure can hurt you?
[verse 2]
people tell me i’m resilient
but lord knows i would love to show my feelings
i would love to explode onto the ceiling
jackson pollock paint peeling
i would love to f+ck off say i’m dealing with some sh+t
like i don’t get that everybody’s dealing with some sh+t
like my struggle is unique, neat
white girl dead alcoholic dad scared to repeat
the cycle of vodka nauseous the awful process
of top of the class to no options jobless
of scrambling thoughts til your head’s an omelet
of following thomas submit to chaos
with the privilege of middle class fear
plus internalized hate cause i’m queer
plus i really wanna have that beer
i guess the enemy’s the face in the mirror
but there’s a tiny little spark in my heart
i blow on it to to see if there’s a fire to start
the highest power’s the nth degree
that is both infinite and imaginary
so don’t worry about god
she’s smoking cocaine at a bus stop
she’s putting rogaine on a bald spot
she’s feeling no shame in a crop top
she’s loves gandhi and pol pot
she condones zoloft
she giveth more when you scream no más
she told me once in the back of a tour bus
the highest highs might really be the low spots
[verse 3]
i’m sitting on a toilet in germany
i’m brimming with sh+t and uncertainty
i’m skimming a novel i purchased in france but i don’t parlez+vous
so it’s not making sense
aujourd’hui, maman est morte
i’m trying to comport
myself with chic decor
while i absorb the force
of foreign art imports
while feeling deep remorse
for all the days of yore
i guess it’s par the course
i’m trying to undo the stinging of my suburban upbringing
i feel the venom it sinking into my veins i’ve been drinking the koolaid
flutes they keep clinking celebrities they keep winking
but i’ve been l!cking it up
touché
so easy to be tempted
hypocrites we all act defensive
better see my name in your motherf+cking mentions
say i want no pics but all the attention
yes i’m serious
half deaf furious
wet eyes blurry
it’s got me worrying
not my st+rdiest
check my verbiage
groundhog day
feel so bill murrayish
yes i’m serious
[verse 4]
so sick and tired of all this self sabotage
eyeliner, punk rock, and black boots my camouflage
i wanna go back to cartwheels and santa claus
forget my regrets and package my baggage up
i want it all solved in two days like amazon
tried to escape from my mind like it’s azkaban
wasted but didn’t crash i felt the hand of god
ripple effects hard to tell what the damage was
really i feel like i’m feeling the feelings of my inner child who’s been pounding the ceiling repeatedly asking for reasons and soothing
so i found a bottle and covered the bruising
but i was confusing a numbness for comfort
abandoned myself when i slipped under cover
surrendering limits but longing for structure
developing habits and l+sting for hunger
selling out packed shows and missing my mother
smiling at assh0l+s and feeling outnumbered
withering back bone the pressure was crushing
my spirit exploding the faint scent of sulfur
kept hollowing out but see i was the vulture
kept losing myself but see i’m the abductor
kept chasing the pain, feeding the ulcer
said f+ck this whole place but see i built the culture
yeah i build the culture
yeah i build the culture
yeah i build the culture

- k flay lyrics

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