Buck 65 - Mr. Nobody lyrics

Mr nobody real life, fake lotus
Break focus way too normal to take notice
Women and rage sugar, salt, cinnamon, sage
The city throbs endless shitty
Jobs and minimum wage
It’s nonsense flashy patterns
Polka dots and gold checkers
Cold efforts avid collector of old records
Mostly poor little things you have
To look closely for
I hate kids and standing in
Line at the grocery store
I’m divorced exile enforced new fears
A few beers i haven’t had
Sex in over two years
I've tried to trust it’s useless
I wallow in my disgust
Why discuss it? No car, I ride the bus
Steel doesn't decide to rust it just does
Words written out with your finger
Where the dust was
Cliché he-say she-say so funny
Forgot to laugh go study call me Mr nobody
The invisible man i’m hiding in the bushes
The invisible man
I’m stewing in my own juices
The invisible man
Writing letters to the editor
The invisible man
Riding a bike with a flat tire

Unfurled young girl stand up strike back
Get dressed don’t hold yourself
Open like that
It’s terrible carrying on precarious position
Jumping, kissing i look in your eyes
And I see that something’s missing
You've been punished
Brainwashed pain squashed
Haunted and hunted you could have
Had anything you wanted
Now you’re ruined screwing around
With a villain
If I ever find out who did this
To you, I swear to God, i kill him

The invisible man i’m hiding in the bushes
The invisible man
I’m stewing in my own juices
The invisible man
Writing letters to the editor
The invisible man
Riding a bike with a flat tire