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It's dumb. I hope you love it.
lyrics
Ken Doll
can’t relate to the kardashian types
gettin’ too old to know nothin’ about new hypes
what I relate to is if my steak’s cooked right.
or whether or not lately, my 401k looks tight.
i keep trippin over strangers ’n cocks
when all l really want is to drop bangers ’n bops.
i met a literal woman named grace, she rocks.
freckles on her honest face made mine feel hot
somedays i’m just fishin for silence
avoidin’ chores, there’s a void for sure, and im avoidin’ violence.
there was a time when i felt like i was really climbin'
now i’m just happy when there’s an open tire swing.
empathetic in the sense that I don’t like to be mean
but sharing time with folks is more difficult it seems
the time has passed of me tryin’ to be hip to the scene
tryin’ to reach that pesky tree branch of sustainability
preachin' to my friends, the importance of self care.
should take my own advice, quit smokin’, cut my hair.
i gotta “REAL JOB” and it sucks, but the pay is fair.
wanna bounce, but capitalism ain’t goin’ anywhere.
worried bout my family, worried bout my friendos
hope they’re stayin’ fresher than a whole roll of mentos
gunna buy a car soon, duplex is a rental.
shootin’ for that grown up life, mirroring a ken doll.
quit actin’ quit scratchin', but never stop laughin'
every drop of happiness is everything you should be graspin'
it happens. shit. i’m rappin'. it.
don’t even mind if when i’m done, no one here is clappin.
even when my day is shit, i hope yours is the greatest
midwest vibes i’m givin' off, dorky and insane-ISH
got too much time on these hands, boredom isn’t anguish.
ain’t tryin’ to prove myself, hell you ain’t even my main bitch.
or my side chick, or even interested.
my beard’s unkempt, so i get if you’re not into it.
but if you like ‘em grizzily, and goofy as a fuckin’ kid.
flirt with me, after the show, i’ll be oblivious.
this song is dumb, it’s just for funs. stop bein’ such a knob.
we live, we shit, we all fall down. we’re more than just our jobs.
we tend to focus too damn hard, covered in the fog.
watch some fuckin' youtube, find a funny tik tok.
that’s so last week, just like me, love livin' in the past.
cuz kids these days don’t have it as easy as our dads.
2 part time jobs, no benefits, overtime is whack.
find a roomate. split the bills. ’n take it easy on the grass.
that’s it. i’m done. i hope i helped. distract you from yourself.
don’t buy this song. give something, some love to someone else.
if you need me i can give a hug that will actually be felt.
know you ain’t the only one who needs a little help.
A look back at the late Bert Jansch's 1985 classic, "From The Outside," an album that bridges the gap between his native Scotland and the Americana his music invokes. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 14, 2016