Lyrics Cardboard Box - ANoyd, Chris Michaud

Cardboard Box

As I sit outside this McDonald’s
I’m stressing while I brush my hair
I finally found a decent one with bristles on it
Underlining and pointing right where I fucked up
Missing them hot showers and towels
Right in the middle closet
Livid I went from a king to the cardboard
With the code pillowWith the coat pillow
My door is a trash bag when he drizzle on it
Seen a man throw away a McDonald’s bag
So I’m rumbling through the trash
He was mad 'cause It had pickles on it
Fuckk it, me and the wife while split it in half
For I open this shit I pray it’s fries still in the bag
So I met her back at the cardboard box
With the empty plate already
Water bottles in a crate already
And my stomach empty but when she full nothing else matters I gave her the
whole burger yeah I ate already baby, I’m good
And she asked me how much did I make today
Dollar fifty, I thought the after work traffic where you get paid
Cry on her shoulder
Like what I’m a get my dad
For the Father’s Day promise I made to him
And the anniversary gift promise I made to you
Made a promise that I’m sticking by
And I need a sharpie and cardboard cause I’m missing mine
Standing on the road
Thinking bout furniture, father and son trips
Raising a daughter and running the water
This cardboard is telling these people
That I’m just a bother
Put in on my permanent problems in permanent marker
Am I a failure baby?
Not at all
My head hurting like a motherf**ker
Then get some Tylenol
With what money?
This dollar fifty was 'pose to go to you
That’s a burger from Mickey D’s
And I’ll buy a quarter juice
I’ll eat tomorrow I’m good
Besides hungers in the mind, unreal
I chew gum and just pretend that it’s a five course meal
Well shit I ain’t about to let you starve and pretend like it’s something simple
Where my cardboard sign?
If you leaving I’m coming with you
(Yeah, yeah)
I never thought that I’ll end up here
Praying that God made my pain disappear
Sometimes we’re tested for all that we got yeah
But I never thought I’d be in this cardboard box I swear
Hello can I get a number 3 with no pickles
And a large sprite?
I’m allergic
So indeed I’ll be dying off one bite
I wait for my order
Then walk out the door and open the bag
And it’s pickles right on that burger
I through that shit in the trash
Wife called said she made dinner
With economics
That little McDonald burger
Ain’t put a dent in my wallet
Called Wifey, run the bath water
I’m down the street
And called my father said
Tomorrow we fishing and out to eat
I push my key through the bottom lock
And everybody convene
Every day they treat daddy
Like he come from the Marines
Hug 'em tight
Like daddy miss you a lot
And I hold them closer
And tell them after dinner
We gon get some frozen yogurt
Daddy we made twenty dollars today
We helped mommy clean the kitchen
We cleaned the room
We helped mommy make dinner
But we broke the broom, we need a new one
Hush, eat dinner we leaving soon
Now we on the road
And we see the homeless couple
That we always see
Cardboard sign saying, «Work for free»
So I bust a U-turn
Wifey grab her purse and she pulled out a twenty
She said I made this twenty in five seconds
All I did was sent a email
Somebody that ain’t know how
Pull up on them with twenty hanging out
They started smiling and crying with lost breath
Then my daughters reached they pockets
And gave em all they money while telling them God bless
Cried more tears
Thanking the man above
Then cried more tears
We hopped and gave em hugs
They knew a blessing was coming
Heartbeat it was thumping
With thank you’s in abundant
I lost count at a hundred I swear
And he told me something bout a Father’s Day gift
You and your pops could come fish we leave tomorrow at six
No thanks you’ve done enough
This here is more than enough
And you raise two queens
They made our day with a hug, God bless
(Yeah, yeah)
I never thought that I’ll end up here
Praying that God made my pain disappear
Sometimes we’re tested for all that we got yeah
But I never thought I’d be in this cardboard box I swear
So I call my father up nervous shit
But I knew this day would come
I ain’t speak to him ever sense
He probably clueless what he done
Excluded from his son
I’ve been here shoeless and a bum
The phone ringing he probably don’t know who this shit is from
Look what I’ve become
This cardboard is foolish where I’m from
I got your cigarettes
But how you gonna to this to your son
The gift you asked for and I got your favorite ones
Sorry son I got a tumor on my lung, damn