Busdriver, Terra Lopez - Take this Step with Me and Never Come Back lyrics
[Busdriver, Terra Lopez - Take this Step with Me and Never Come Back lyrics]
With one bill in a clenched fist
They told me I need to get rich or try dying
Try dying
America’s intestinal walls are bleeding
Thank conservative fringe groups
They sling chimp poop up at
The town hall meeting
But so what this is Groudhog evening
When I tend to the 86’d pupa
Against some gradient of fuchsia
When it slides to grayscale
We just raise hell
And threaten your safety with a loofah
I’m gonna die in this music pub
But first I’m gonna insist
That this doofus budge
I don’t pop champagne I pop the mucus plug
My head marked with a bluish smudge
As I add to this key card collage
We don’t have no three-car garage
Just a perpetual lack of dopamine
I fall in the parenthetical
Black you go between
So I’m like ‘fuck your artist roster!’
To everyone of these target shoppers
I am well-respected, I am Jarvis Cocker
Give me my French duvet and crème brulee
Or I’ll ejaculate on grandma’s shoes
And exacerbate the camera crew
With cartwheel yoga
I fart on teal sofas every time I
Botch the art deals in Dakota
I’m dead after this so raise the
Roof like a debt ceiling
I’m indebt to saline
My billing cycle feels like death dealing
At the funeral parlor my
Suit of armor’s homespun
I spent a chunk of time poking fun at
The sluggish response to a smoking gun
Treated my twenties like I was in Logan’s Run
I turned thirty then awoke in chum
With strained tonsils one game
Console and broken thumbs
Good one Driver, hole in one
If I take this step I’ll sink in the black
Won’t you take this step with
Me and never come back
I’m an opponent to companionship like
I endangered the housecat
I should put a disclaimer on my soundtrack
Right after I handcuff this Swiss
Banker to a towel rack
Because it’ll take a few millennia to
Pay off any future student loan
I’m a domineering dad in an abusive home
To keep warm I street
Perform with a sousaphone
Now I’m sipping on some arsenic tea
Bouncing babies on my arthritic knee
Crashing on the floor of a carpeted
Sea life don’t imitate art, nigga
Art mimics me but this wasn’t my ideal plan
I should put a pine needle to my pineal gland
Rather than to hang high from a ceiling fan
Getting eulogy quotes from my real fans
I told my baby mama fuck off, nice move
My social graces on some vintage Ice Cube
My heart is a lunchbox filled with dry food
Titillated by the side boob I can’t tie shoes
Before I lay on the palette
Of the sea monster
Looking like BellBivDevoe eating
Peach cobbler
They know my pelvic bone sprouts Ewok fur
And my raps don’t sell vitamin water
I can’t buy the flyest flying saucer
I’m a high-flying sci-fi author
No you’re not, you’re barely a sexy mess
It’s my last show so it better be fresh
And of-the-moment like celebrity death
After it women run for a pregnancy test
And the biters get charged
With identity theft
(laughs) Because Driver was tight
On his last go ’round he
Broke ground with every step
If I take this step I’ll sink in the black
Won’t you take this step with
Me and never come back
With one bill in a clenched fist
They told me I need to get rich or try dying
Try dying
They told me I need to get rich or try dying
Try dying
America’s intestinal walls are bleeding
Thank conservative fringe groups
They sling chimp poop up at
The town hall meeting
But so what this is Groudhog evening
When I tend to the 86’d pupa
Against some gradient of fuchsia
When it slides to grayscale
We just raise hell
And threaten your safety with a loofah
I’m gonna die in this music pub
But first I’m gonna insist
That this doofus budge
I don’t pop champagne I pop the mucus plug
My head marked with a bluish smudge
As I add to this key card collage
We don’t have no three-car garage
Just a perpetual lack of dopamine
I fall in the parenthetical
Black you go between
So I’m like ‘fuck your artist roster!’
To everyone of these target shoppers
I am well-respected, I am Jarvis Cocker
Give me my French duvet and crème brulee
Or I’ll ejaculate on grandma’s shoes
And exacerbate the camera crew
With cartwheel yoga
I fart on teal sofas every time I
Botch the art deals in Dakota
I’m dead after this so raise the
Roof like a debt ceiling
I’m indebt to saline
My billing cycle feels like death dealing
At the funeral parlor my
Suit of armor’s homespun
I spent a chunk of time poking fun at
The sluggish response to a smoking gun
Treated my twenties like I was in Logan’s Run
I turned thirty then awoke in chum
With strained tonsils one game
Console and broken thumbs
Good one Driver, hole in one
If I take this step I’ll sink in the black
Won’t you take this step with
Me and never come back
I’m an opponent to companionship like
I endangered the housecat
I should put a disclaimer on my soundtrack
Right after I handcuff this Swiss
Banker to a towel rack
Because it’ll take a few millennia to
Pay off any future student loan
I’m a domineering dad in an abusive home
To keep warm I street
Perform with a sousaphone
Now I’m sipping on some arsenic tea
Bouncing babies on my arthritic knee
Crashing on the floor of a carpeted
Sea life don’t imitate art, nigga
Art mimics me but this wasn’t my ideal plan
I should put a pine needle to my pineal gland
Rather than to hang high from a ceiling fan
Getting eulogy quotes from my real fans
I told my baby mama fuck off, nice move
My social graces on some vintage Ice Cube
My heart is a lunchbox filled with dry food
Titillated by the side boob I can’t tie shoes
Before I lay on the palette
Of the sea monster
Looking like BellBivDevoe eating
Peach cobbler
They know my pelvic bone sprouts Ewok fur
And my raps don’t sell vitamin water
I can’t buy the flyest flying saucer
I’m a high-flying sci-fi author
No you’re not, you’re barely a sexy mess
It’s my last show so it better be fresh
And of-the-moment like celebrity death
After it women run for a pregnancy test
And the biters get charged
With identity theft
(laughs) Because Driver was tight
On his last go ’round he
Broke ground with every step
If I take this step I’ll sink in the black
Won’t you take this step with
Me and never come back
With one bill in a clenched fist
They told me I need to get rich or try dying
Try dying