When the shit's already hit the fan
Hmmm
When the shit's already hit the fan
Yeah, yeah

Never ran quick but I ran out of oxygen
I pissed off the neighborhood watch again
It's like, everybody on they rockstar shit till they call you on stage from the audience
And when the shit's already hit the blades hit the backdrop
Pretty isn't real it's a backlot
Did I get it all backwards
Can I get it all back

Did I get it all backwards
Can I get it all back
Did I get it all backwards
Can I get it all, wait
Faith never made a bump in the concrete
This is not luck this is just me stomping
I was told speak, shut up, be hot, be love
Be unapologetically sorry
I think I'm mixing it up again
Did it get it all backwards
Did it get it all backwards
I don't

I don't wanna fuck up
Ahhhhh
Should I break my tongue will it fix my breath
Should I hate what I've done when I did my best
Can we please not rush
Ahhhhh
What about all the things that get left in the world
When you get left in the world
World, hey

My me I miss my old place
My me I slept the whole day again
And my me what a difficult name
Is it difficult
Am I difficult
My me I miss this old face
My me I'm tripping out on my waist again
Who I see when the video plays
Can be difficult
I don't wanna fuck up
Stop picking at your face you will hurt that
How you gonna ever give a grade to a first draft
I was told play isn't life, it's a phase
But my life wasn't made for you so
Can we please not rush
Why do I worry about all this
What kind of me am I offering
What kind of me did you want again
I wanna live

I don't wanna fuck up
Ahhhhh
Should I break my tongue will it fix my breath
Should I hate what I've done when I did my best
Can we please not rush
Ahhhhh
What about all the things that get left in the world
When you get left in the world
World, hey

In your digital medium I am often at large
I don't see what you see
See we are who we are
I'm the son of a daughter who come to Washington partly by way of California
Took the Slansky name under God
Mom
Two kids had to wrangle like the rodeo
If I ever make it she gon' tell em all I told you so
Mom and papa proper did the splits, it is what it is
I was pretty rigid as a kid, I've been growing though
You hit your twenties and the broke hits different
The road hits different
Tequila in your throat hits different
Your folks can't fix it
Your phone light on the roach can't fix it
You say you know me
Why the tip of your nose extended
Gosh
Nowadays I assume that you've known loss
Nowadays we don't do it if we won't profit
And the geniuses keep moving the wrong margins
And your music isn't music if it's not content
And that local venue's quickly, uh, out of options
So the lenders are promotors now you can't stop it
But they'll always keep the sign and the box office
So you keep walking
So you keep walking
You gotta keep walking
Keep walk keep walking
Walk on walk on walk on