Home Alone Groove by Max Weinstein Lyrics

At this rate I think I'm going bald
Headband got me sitting tall
I could never wear a wrist watch
This sour smells just like a gym sock

I don't smoke I vaporize
I'm uncut uncircumcised
Pull back my foreskin
And open your legs like a door hinge
Said she needs fresh air had to let more in
Beat it up how come I wasn't recording?

[Hook]
This shit this shit this shit this shit
This is the shit that you bump
When you pull up to the crib
Of a girl who's butt is big
Ish shit ish shit ish shit ish shit
Ass so phat hit it from the back
And it smelled just like this shit this shit
I don't know why I do this often often
Coughing til I'm in a coffin
Off in a whole nother place
Mentally in outer space
Musically nothing but treble and bass
I ain't shit if you don't make a screwed up face

This is something that I make
Because of what was never
If I still had it now
I wouldn't know any better
This is my expression
And my filling of the void
I had to recreate this piano part
Because it was destroyed
First I cried and then I tried
To recreate a thing I made

Such a long time ago
It's been such a long time
Since you were in my mind
I thought I'd make you mine
So many times ago
So many way too many times
You were in my mind
Thought I'd remake you mine
[Hook]

She walked away so beautifully
That I had to reverse it