Mr. Mistake (Bested By The Whisper Chasm)
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Wielding racy aphorisms I Billy club your color line
Refusing to join forces with your indie-stud wunderkind
I rather embrace what your city slum undermines
And encourage the idiom bump-and-grind
Sickly glum of unbuttoned minds
I prime my condemned shell to excrete
a lithium honey wine for you frowning f#$%s
When trend arbitrators present my tortured lore adorned
Gags are soaked in chloroform
You get the same if you're poor in form
With your flip full-tuck and triple-lutz into this icy brook
War is sworn on my forlorned psyche's soot
(chorus) I've got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make,
How can you believe that I'm not a waste of space,
Oh I'm sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face
But how can I speak your language
when I don't know my own
I've got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make,
Your eroded innards are my favorite place,
Oh I'm sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face
How can I speak your language?
How can I speak your language?
Too self-assured to ever treat her well
(Kiss the off-colored tree frog)
We turn into black Kebler elves
Opposite elephants on sea-saws
Android man-boy befriends the chic, mod tinker bell
Then runs away from home until my knees throb,
sneakers smell
'Til my every tirade activates Jihad sleeper-cells
'Til flag wavers say, 'please God we need your help'
Still I'm precarious and flat-footed
Like you're arrogant at a gun show
I holler at your Marilyn Monroe
With declarative mumbo-jumbo my narrative unfolds
To a housed narcissism
Parented by a bum hole
I cling to pointless ventures
and inveigh buoyant pest verve
I suck
(chorus) I've got people to disappoint,
I've got mistakes to make,
How can you believe that I'm not a waste of space,
I'm sorry to disappoint
I seldom save face
But how can I speak your language
When I don't know my own
I got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make,
Your eroded innards are my favorite place,
Oh I'm sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face
How can I speak your language?
How can I speak your language?
It's unfitting but I stay all pensive and meek
In cities where girls dress Greek
And food's too expensive to eat
And niggas gangbang on Sesame Street
I got too many requests to meet
I got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make,
How can you believe that I'm not a waste of space,
Oh I'm sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face
But how can I speak your language
When I don't know my own
I got people to disappoint, I got mistakes to make,
Your eroded innards are my favorite place,
Oh I'm sorry to disappoint, I seldom save face
How can I speak your language?
How can I speak your language?
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