The Garden, Mac DeMarco - Thy Mission lyrics

Scum shit, dumb shit drum stick, vanilla
Expiration date i can give you salmonella

Truth is I'm lucky
I made it off a fluke like a junkie
Soil is so murky
Future is a haze, I am foggy
I'm a stupid prick talking to myself
On the way home, I don’t need your help
Even if I did, I wouldn’t let you know
Flame lit like a candle, chop it up and go

I can pay you twenty i called so many times
I can pay you twenty
Don’t know what’s in these bags

I can pay you twenty i called so many times
I can pay you thirty
Don’t know what’s in these bags

Scum shit, dumb shit drum stick, vanilla
Expiration date i can give you salmonella

Truth is I'm lucky
I made it off a fluke like a junkie
Soil is so murky
Future is a haze, I am foggy
I'm a stupid prick, talking to myself
On the way home, I don’t need your help
Even if I did, I wouldn’t let you know
Flame lit like a candle, chop it up and go

I can pay you twenty i called so many times
I can pay you twenty
Don’t know what’s in these bags

I can pay you twenty i called so many times
I can pay you thirty
Don’t know what’s in these bags

Scum shit, dumb shit drum stick, vanilla
Expiration date i can give you salmonella
Truth is I'm lucky
I made it off a fluke like a junkie

I'm a stupid prick, talking to myself
On the way home, I don’t need your help
Even if I did, I wouldn’t let you know
Flame lit like a candle, chop it up and go