Watsky, Mody - Man of Constant Sorrow lyrics
[Watsky, Mody - Man of Constant Sorrow lyrics]
In constant sorrow all through his days
I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my day
I bid farewell to San Francisco
The place where I was born and raised
(The place where he was borned and raised)
I'm almost never in the city I was born
And bred in anymore but everywhere I tour
I'm repping black and orange
I'm trekking back and forth forgetting
What I'm packing for
I have to travel more and
Add a couple saddle sores
Got these battle scars from riding
In the cattle car
You're noshing on some caviar
I'm gnawing on your apple cores
Mental checklist you're Mr international
But last I checked I'm
Mr continental Breakfast
Condiments and Chex mix
Condoms but I'm sexless but, I'm optimistic
I'll dismiss my bigger issues
If I fit into some mistress like
The long block in Tetris
I was roaming in Wyoming when
The popo were arresting me
I told em questing for my destiny - Noo
I always end up in
Detention cause I'm itching
And I'm searching for adventure and
Each city I go
It's fare thee well my own true lover
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I'll die (die) upon this train
(Perhaps he'll die upon this train)
Papa is a head doctor i think he's Socrates
But he can't get my twin brother
To want to talk to me
But, I rarely try and so
It's partly my hippocracy
Gotta a couple secrets and I keep
Them under lock and key
Push em down occasionally sparking
Up the broccoli i'd rather take my lumps
Display dirty laundry
Than pop a pill and stagger through
This day like I'm zombie
Like I'm some unhappy and
Unnatural Blondie Abercrombie model
With the fake-est fucking smile
Plastered on me
I might be a sarcastic bastard
But I'm never plastic
And my masochist tendency's
Imagining disaster and then
Mastering it's recipe so I hit the road out
Of necessity to stop guarding
And I'll hop out and run if
Ever my car is not starting
For now I'm not charging
All my meals are business meals
Cause my business is not starving
You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave
(While he is sleeping in his grave)
4AM again, the radio alarm is kicking in
I've been to every shitty old
La Quinta Inn in Michigan
Hitting the ignition till I'm
Stripping off my Michelins
If you catch me bitching then remind me
How magnificent my life is
How the struggle's priceless
Cause, I got those lovely troubles that
You couldn't put a damper on
Each unhappy camper on this
Planet is a champion
If you think you're hopeless and you'll
Never be like Kobe and you
And you’ve got an empty mantle cause
You never won a trophy man
Well you still won that marathon
Of swimming that fallopian
And I've learned lot I could lose
Cause there's a lot of dead sperm
In the socks that I've used
Who would love to be the feet
In the socks in my shoes
So better get to walking till
Those spoiled feet are bruised
And then sow your royal oats
Till you're growing something new
Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face you'll never see no more
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore
(That golden California shore)
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I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my day
I bid farewell to San Francisco
The place where I was born and raised
(The place where he was borned and raised)
I'm almost never in the city I was born
And bred in anymore but everywhere I tour
I'm repping black and orange
I'm trekking back and forth forgetting
What I'm packing for
I have to travel more and
Add a couple saddle sores
Got these battle scars from riding
In the cattle car
You're noshing on some caviar
I'm gnawing on your apple cores
Mental checklist you're Mr international
But last I checked I'm
Mr continental Breakfast
Condiments and Chex mix
Condoms but I'm sexless but, I'm optimistic
I'll dismiss my bigger issues
If I fit into some mistress like
The long block in Tetris
I was roaming in Wyoming when
The popo were arresting me
I told em questing for my destiny - Noo
I always end up in
Detention cause I'm itching
And I'm searching for adventure and
Each city I go
It's fare thee well my own true lover
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I'll die (die) upon this train
(Perhaps he'll die upon this train)
Papa is a head doctor i think he's Socrates
But he can't get my twin brother
To want to talk to me
But, I rarely try and so
It's partly my hippocracy
Gotta a couple secrets and I keep
Them under lock and key
Push em down occasionally sparking
Up the broccoli i'd rather take my lumps
Display dirty laundry
Than pop a pill and stagger through
This day like I'm zombie
Like I'm some unhappy and
Unnatural Blondie Abercrombie model
With the fake-est fucking smile
Plastered on me
I might be a sarcastic bastard
But I'm never plastic
And my masochist tendency's
Imagining disaster and then
Mastering it's recipe so I hit the road out
Of necessity to stop guarding
And I'll hop out and run if
Ever my car is not starting
For now I'm not charging
All my meals are business meals
Cause my business is not starving
You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave
(While he is sleeping in his grave)
4AM again, the radio alarm is kicking in
I've been to every shitty old
La Quinta Inn in Michigan
Hitting the ignition till I'm
Stripping off my Michelins
If you catch me bitching then remind me
How magnificent my life is
How the struggle's priceless
Cause, I got those lovely troubles that
You couldn't put a damper on
Each unhappy camper on this
Planet is a champion
If you think you're hopeless and you'll
Never be like Kobe and you
And you’ve got an empty mantle cause
You never won a trophy man
Well you still won that marathon
Of swimming that fallopian
And I've learned lot I could lose
Cause there's a lot of dead sperm
In the socks that I've used
Who would love to be the feet
In the socks in my shoes
So better get to walking till
Those spoiled feet are bruised
And then sow your royal oats
Till you're growing something new
Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face you'll never see no more
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore
(That golden California shore)
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