Confessions of a White Suburban Black Kid by Matt-E Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm just livin' life
No type, cold as Gazpacho
God have mercy on me
More time to go, I'm not old
18 years later surviving off of my glow
And 18 years previous, destined to die in a hospital
What I could have been would be a fable
But I cheated death like I cheated tests
So fuck God and his stable
I'll switch it all up some day
But until then, i'm blazed underground, avoiding sun rays
And what does the sun say?
"Boy I keep you alive, I make the world bright, will you give back today?"
No, you are not my sensei, and what my sense say is to dream my life away
I got a baked and braised brain
With appraised thoughts that are my ways
But their wrong anyway
I've thefted in B-Town, thefted in Avon
Thefting anywhere with my invisible shades on
I used to think that all my friends were pussies
Until playing hooky burned me like a rookie
Now shit started getting hairy like a Wookie
And i'm at war with the stars
I'm a virus like Sars
And I could give a fuck about a fancy fucking car
They think i'm just misunderstood
But i'm crazy, a cabin in the woods
I'm just livin' life
No type, cold as Gazpacho
God have mercy on me
More time to go, I'm not old
18 years later surviving off of my glow
And 18 years previous, destined to die in a hospital
What I could have been would be a fable
But I cheated death like I cheated tests
So fuck God and his stable
I'll switch it all up some day
But until then, i'm blazed underground, avoiding sun rays
And what does the sun say?
"Boy I keep you alive, I make the world bright, will you give back today?"
No, you are not my sensei, and what my sense say is to dream my life away
I got a baked and braised brain
With appraised thoughts that are my ways
But their wrong anyway
I've thefted in B-Town, thefted in Avon
Thefting anywhere with my invisible shades on
I used to think that all my friends were pussies
Until playing hooky burned me like a rookie
Now shit started getting hairy like a Wookie
And i'm at war with the stars
I'm a virus like Sars
And I could give a fuck about a fancy fucking car
They think i'm just misunderstood
But i'm crazy, a cabin in the woods