Morning Lark

[Verse]
I can tell you’re not a morning person by the poorly rolled joint that you’re hoisting up
And the poison cups on the dresser, dead giveaway
Let’s try the red pill today
Anyway, Q&A
What do you like on a dinner plate?
What’s your nickname?
What if I skipped town like a prison escapee?
Would you miss me?
Confidence growing like testes
And you better believe I don’t wear briefs
And you better police my headspace
What’s the point of police at this rate
It’s a new age like sandbox mode RuneScape
I’ve got nostalgia I never let go of like GameCube games
Falling asleep in the cereal aisle
All of my dreams have a signature style
I’ve got Southernplayalistic on vinyl
I’ve got Pet Sounds too
Wouldn’t it be nice to git up and git out
I’m the best out too by the way
Staying in’s cool but you’ve got to approach discomfort to bloom by the way
Other room smells fumes by the way
I don’t live in a cocoon by the way
I know it might look like that if viewed sideways
Anyways, I’m scared of driving on the interstate
Drafting a text for seven days
But who the hell cares anyways
Nobody reads nowadays
Nonetheless I was in a bookstore
With used books galore
And i saw too many spines
And the craziest thing occurred to me
Them bitches had eyes

[Outro]
I can sing
I can calculate things
May or may not think
May or may not sting
Septum piercing
What’s with the fear thing?
What’s with the seared wings?
What’s with the clear dreams?
I can sing
I can do anything
I can do mornings
I can do weird things
What’s with the fear thing?
I can do mornings
I can do week nights
I can do anything
What’s with the fear thing?
I can sing
I can do mornings
Good morning