Lyrics OATMEAL - London O'Connor

OATMEAL

This crusty ass nigga on the couch again
He don’t do nothing but watch the TV
Lookin' like Oscar the Grouch again
But I’m scared that in him I can see
Me if I don’t go out and live out my dreams
Fear use confusion, London use hyperbeam
This nigga ate my Quaker oats
And looked up from his TV show to ask me how my music thing
My uncle, sits on the couch and don’t do much
We have to turn things around, enough’s enough
I wanna make it out this town, for the rest of our lives go slow motion
I wanna make it out this town, for the rest of our lives go slow motion
I hate that I live with my parents but…
…I'm fuckin' losin' it
All my friends are used to it, I am not amused and shit
Runnin' on some nudist shit, see if people notice it
Wildin' in this parkin' lot, show up on the news at 6
Steppin' from the staters, I got my soda
Somebody wanna force it, I got the yoda
Hear the vultures gettin' hungry, I hear 'em comin'
If they wanna come and get me, I’ll give 'em somethin'
Play the synth
I wanna make it out this town, for the rest of our lives go slow motion
I wanna make it out this town, for the rest of our lives go slow motion