WHY? - Waterlines lyrics

I’m something unheard and bound
Under harbor sound
But my words are heard loud
When I’m on the mound
And with the vocal duress of a
Lone thrush in a bush
That’s a quote from a book
Of my local press push

The doctor of ramble and word scramble
From the land of proctor and
Gamble and cop scandals
Rocking soccer socks in sandals like yeah bro
Talking crude a tad too verbose
And way too close

I’m colder than most older than the youth
Always under oath and sober in the booth
One man’s filth is another man’s truth
Big mouth filled with one long tooth

Do you all? When you find yourselves in
Your late twenties, wanna make money
Do you all?
When you find yourselves with three tens
You’d gladly ante on the wind

The crucibles proof and fire fused, poof
With the liars view under my skirt up dude
You wanna peruse the tattoos
You heard word of?
Any excuse I can use to move my shirt off
Girls used to fawn over my locks to kill
Now the girls are gone and I’m on minoxidil
I’m in decline but women
Like be jocking still
Cause, I rhyme with skill and
Talk so chill and youthful
Bird dog in the mating yard to be truthful
Quake 89 trading cards with me tubes
So three white felt gloves are crucial
Yes the one left one right one neutral
Do you all?
When you find yourselves on stage
Running for fame wanting do you all?
When you find yourselves well known
You learn you’re only more alone

I can’t sleep in rental cars or airlines, yo
And so I keep a deck of cards for down time
The road and other solo
Christmas and valentines
No it’s not the hobo’s wish
List I had in mind
Then when I’m free off a mission
I’m sorta like filled with ennui, indecision
And more strife
Life long bouts with depression, lone fights
Down in the town of unheaven
I’m fine in time, though
Standing with the will to start a
Bike up hill with pride
Ringing the bell and riding
Straight outta hell
But waterlines fine like ink
From porcupine’s quils
Are etched beneath my skull, but that’s all

Do you all? When you find yourselves in the
Late morning come awake yearning?
Do you all? When you find yourselves
Amongst friends attempt
To blend in with the men?

I’d prefer to be some unknown
With a sports car
Than pen the dumb pun poems as a poor star
You wanna just come home
Through the courtyard
Your son run to greet you
With the perfect report card