K.Flay - 10th Avenue lyrics
K.Flay [Kristine Meredith Flaherty]
[K.Flay - 10th Avenue lyrics]
Woke up
Everything was going right til it wasn’t
Clumsy spill my guts
Brain works just fine til it doesn’t
What constitutes enough
Wanna get my mind straight buzzin
Life’s like extra tough when you don’t
Got time or a husband
Mostly sober days but I get
Real baked on occasion
Breakfast poker raise I’ll see your
Eggs a side of bacon
Find me on my face
A load of fiction is what I’m taking
I mean honestly would you like me
More draped in an apron
Hauling all my shit down 10th
Ave in a rollerbag
Following the good times how can
You say no to that
Taking all my troubles pack em in a soda can
Caring what some prick thinks homie
I am over that
My mother says I’m gonna be great someday
But come to think of it I would
Rather bide my time and waste away
Hibernate, wish I believed in God it’d
Sure be nice to pray
Suddenly it’s my fucking job to bullshit
On the mic all day
And I’m no Kanye Barry Bonds only hits I
Am making are ones on a bong
But not for too long
Rather be drunk with the meaning of life
On the tip of my tongue
Further than gone
Dropped the baton
Burning my bra in a pile of chiffon
Who do I love? well not anyone
Take my hot dog on a poppy seed bun
Frightened cause I got a lot
Of people counting on me
And I’m talking like an asshole
Walking like a zombie
See I heard a bunch of jokes
But I couldn’t find them funny
Now I’m hanging by a thread
Of an untied bungee
Real sunny well I’m kinda like
The opposite of that
I’m always good but it’d be nice to
Have the option to be bad
Everything was going right til it wasn’t
Clumsy spill my guts
Brain works just fine til it doesn’t
What constitutes enough
Wanna get my mind straight buzzin
Life’s like extra tough when you don’t
Got time or a husband
Mostly sober days but I get
Real baked on occasion
Breakfast poker raise I’ll see your
Eggs a side of bacon
Find me on my face
A load of fiction is what I’m taking
I mean honestly would you like me
More draped in an apron
Hauling all my shit down 10th
Ave in a rollerbag
Following the good times how can
You say no to that
Taking all my troubles pack em in a soda can
Caring what some prick thinks homie
I am over that
My mother says I’m gonna be great someday
But come to think of it I would
Rather bide my time and waste away
Hibernate, wish I believed in God it’d
Sure be nice to pray
Suddenly it’s my fucking job to bullshit
On the mic all day
And I’m no Kanye Barry Bonds only hits I
Am making are ones on a bong
But not for too long
Rather be drunk with the meaning of life
On the tip of my tongue
Further than gone
Dropped the baton
Burning my bra in a pile of chiffon
Who do I love? well not anyone
Take my hot dog on a poppy seed bun
Frightened cause I got a lot
Of people counting on me
And I’m talking like an asshole
Walking like a zombie
See I heard a bunch of jokes
But I couldn’t find them funny
Now I’m hanging by a thread
Of an untied bungee
Real sunny well I’m kinda like
The opposite of that
I’m always good but it’d be nice to
Have the option to be bad