Whitmer Thomas - Pop Fly lyrics

Little brat in a baseball cap starting to cry
Squinting into the sunshine, endless pop fly
Kissed my friend on the lips, sweating inside
Caused a scene at the cash
Machine all of the time

All of the time all of the time
All of the time

Lullabies with cuss words that
Don't even rhyme
Night drives down county curves
Blasting them bright lights
Country brat in a cowboy hat
Passed out in his pie
Room of clocks and killer crocs
All of the time

All of the time all of the time
All of the time

Talk is chеap, start counting sheep
Gotta unwind
Fell asleep to Twin Peaks, but I tried
Peep thе freckles on my arm, connect the dots
Double check the alarm to
Fry my intrusive bots
Let the rain ricochet all
Of these thoughts away
Splashing into my face and
Bouncing off my brain
Devil beat his wife again
Moon called the cops glowed up the skyline
But the rain didn’t stop

That's fine all of the time
All of the time

Little brat in a baseball cap starting to cry
Squinting into the sunshine, endless pop fly