I pull tower and dip, I scour the lip and sit at the back
I shovel snow and sour piss from the lip of the crib
Before I get in the cab,
I got a mean mix of liquor and the gift of the gab
I got a gavel in my pants that I kick to the ave
And start barkin out “recess” like I was teachin a class
I got a big fat patch, it says “absurd co clique” clear as day cause the dirt don’t stick
So I can sit on my ass, and twiddle my thumbs,
I fuckin send a couple e-mails in the middle of lunch
Sincerely burnt out bum, thanks for your time,
Don’t google my name, I don’t paint, and paint’s no crime
My local fame like the train from grandin
It works okay, but it ain’t on time,
I’m standin right here with my cape all fine
Turn the capo to a great old time,
Bump the cajon, bump the same old rhymes
It’s gato negro cab sauv past the same five guys
Down 105 cause it’s the same gametime

Oooh, I’m all around, all around, all around fuck it
My feet weigh a ton like a bum’s change bucket
So the colors don’t run but the tongue keeps truckin
Sun on my face and the rut that I’m stuck in

Oooh, I’m all around, all around, all around fuck it
My feet weigh a ton like a bum’s change bucket
So the colors don’t run but the tongue keeps truckin
Sun on my face and the rut that I’m stuck in
Stuck in
Stuck in

Half a tank a gas and halfway to jasper
Passin all the picket fences, mountain goats, and crackers
He was suckin on the pipe but he managed not to crash her
The front seat was fine but the back was all casper the ghost
The bladder the most affected, the coffee was all spilt
So we took it as a sign to start sippin on the pils
I was in the basement all summer with Jameson and Phil
Gettin reacquinted with the pain of good will,
Shit, the brain stood the most still, the left knee the least
It was all brooklyn pepperoni and large hawaiian feast
Beast on the mic and in the cracks between the streets
With the rats committin carpentry and other strange feats
It was amazing and gross,
I don’t boast I make toasts
Livin off bagels and grain from strange folks
The train goes nowhere and the rain won’t slow
But the sidewalk is clear so away we go

Oooh, I’m all around, all around, all around fuck it
My feet weigh a ton like a bum’s change bucket
So the colors don’t run but the tongue keeps truckin
Sun on my face and the rut that I’m stuck in

Oooh, I’m all around, all around, all around fuck it
My feet weigh a ton like a bum’s change bucket
So the colors don’t run but the tongue keeps truckin
Sun on my face and the rut that I’m stuck in
Stuck in
Stuck in