Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Splitting Hairs, artist - Clarence Clarity. Date of issue: 31.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Splitting Hairs |
| The torso of my toy wrestler is too loose |
| And you’re trying to feed me kind words through poop chute |
| Quit it, I can smell the waste |
| It elevates into the air, I swear, it’s up there |
| Doing a jig upside down on a glass ceiling |
| And on the other side, there is Billy Mays |
| Kneeling down giving it a streak-free shine |
| But when I show him the footprints he ignores me each time |
| I catch sight of myself sliced in seven angles |
| I’m quantised and baptised but understand that |
| Maybe one day in a couple of years |
| God be like; |
| «Fuck it, I’ve been splitting hairs» |
| I catch sucking myself sliced in seven angles |
| I’m quantised and baptised but understand that |
| Maybe one day in a couple of years |
| God be like; |
| «Fuck it, I’ve been splitting hairs» |
| I get it, it’s not your problem, you’ve transcended |
| We’re swimmin' in outrage and gluten-free chicken |
| Gawker articles, copious photographs of kittens and… «Listen to my mixtape!» |
| That was a request, not commentary |
| The similarity of our struggle is kinda scary |
| Iapapa berries are my art; |
| some life for nerds, but turds to those confused by |
| tart remarks |
| I catch sight of myself sliced in seven angles |
| I’m quantised and baptised but understand that |
| Maybe one day in a couple of years |
| God be like; |
| «Fuck it, I’ve been splitting hairs» |
| I catch sucking myself sliced in seven angles |
| I’m quantised and baptised but understand that |
| Maybe one day in a couple of years |
| God be like; |
| «Fuck it, I’ve been splitting hairs» |
| I’m at my weakest, reading Rap Genius |
| Trying to make sense of myself, dispensing my health |
| To these beings i’m not even sure that i’m seeing, peeing on the side of the |
| bowl |
| My roommate is sleeping next to the girl who is sleeping with him, |
| because her guy does art and only makes about 8.99 |
| Christ, me and that guy would be best pals, but I should keep it down, |
| their having sex now |
| I catch sight of myself sliced in seven angles |
| I’m quantised and baptised but understand that |
| Maybe one day in a couple of years |
| God be like; |
| «Fuck it, I’ve been splitting hairs» |
| I catch sight of myself sliced in seven angles |
| I’m quantised and baptised but understand that |
| Maybe one day in a couple of years |
| God be like; |
| «Fuck it, I’ve been splitting hairs» |
| Splitting hairs |
| Splitting hairs |
| One day in a couple of years |
| God be like; |
| «Fuck it, I’ve been splitting hairs» |