Gotta be all that coco, eh?
Playin' too much of that GTA
Playin' too much of that Dr. Dre
where'd you get the gun from, eh?
Playin' peek-a-boo with the devil these days
Black cap back with a trench coat, ay
Living in the valley cuttin' porno tapes
Were you bored of gender norms?
Of bein' alone, no mama home
A bad divorce, or sad we can't
Afford the clothes our heroes own
You wore her old bath robe
Too small to see the road
We were just two Texas toddlers
Pokemon and bottle rockets
Dunkaroos and Real Monsters
Capri Sun straw in the bottom
You think that you're Space Ghost
You're wanted coast to coast
Heard you were lookin' up,
of your bedroom door frames
Super villain with a manifesto, dang
Gotta say I'm pretty glad,
Get back to the kickball days
Scared to hold hands at school disco days
Burnin' Hot Pockets in the microwave
