[VERSE 1] This is how I sound dog, pound paw Illest Cool Whip hitter, no whippets, no mister Just a sweet tooth to speak truth, and say a bunch of ums With the right amount of cognizance to analyze it all This is my basement bounce, face the couch, crashing Treasure cove of memories, erase a couple, set em free Swig it like your poppy do, hiccup juice for obstacles Make it president, Id vote for it to have a pocket full Baby stubbed its toe, metaphorically in flow The carpets feeling soggy and the walls and ceiling drone A cage inside a cage with a roof, all in an ant hill And the water seems to stand still The telescope cant even zoom to here All I care about it ending parties and getting these rooms clear So a solo specimen frozen under the microscope Has a million mindless notes saying try to find some hope [HOOK x2] This is my basement bounce Shouts to the other fuckers cooped up like me Basement Bounce Living in a crypt, where you cant hear thunder or nice things [Verse 2] Its hot as hell, Im not a shell, I swear I am a human here Sad as Dustin Hoffman, floppin in his retro scuba gear Newish year, Ill prove it, scared, crumpled in a ball balling A slow hello, Long Goodbye, bigger cast than Rob Altman Every ghost I clink my half empty glass with Is the same sad sack I relax and I can laugh with Thats rich ... then whats poor? My vacancy of mind smiles and bile that churns fresh sick? No. I havent vomited in ten years plus I havent felt the urge to get well and live outside a crutch Dust off the shut up, sew and thread the new button I heard the piston say go, its time for you to move something [HOOK] This is my basement bounce Shouts to the other fuckers cooped up like me Basement Bounce Living in a crypt, where you cant hear thunder or nice things
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