Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Just Us, artist - Shlohmo. Album song Bad Vibes - 5th Anniversary Edition, in the genre ЭлектроникаDate of issue: 10.11.2016
Record label: Friends of Friends
Song language: English
Just Us |
| I swear to goodness I have no fear of failure |
| A&E will always hold my place as a commercial whaler |
| Every mistake I’ve ever made has had a certain inexplicable beauty |
| You overachievers could never replace |
| I’m not sorry that I failed you |
| And I’ll unabashedly crawl back under the rock that I hail to |
| I waste a lot of time perusing Wikipedia entries |
| Locating algorithms that’ll make me famous like Fonzworth Bentley |
| I don’t want to wear technicolor bowties |
| And I’m sure you could surmise |
| I’m not the type to ghost ride |
| I was the kid memorizing danger mouse in my tree house |
| A mansion is a house with plenty of couch space for all my friends |
| Real brothers don’t care if you’re an hour late to make amends |
| I’m out and about tending to my fruit garden |
| While you go to Club Sexytime attempting to make your liver harden |
| My favorite mug smells like bergamot tea leaves |
| And I find myself dosing off in a heaven of acai trees |
| Waking up to a feast of sandpears and apricots |
| Avoiding higher institutions with man-bears for mascots |
| I’ll boycott this fanfare, to kick rocks and stand there |
| In dirty birkenstocks, I’ll return to hip hop when the jerkin' stops |
| I’m pointing fingers at the flatulence of pop music |
| When I played Diablo II I always picked the Druid |
| I’m rolling with a team of better men |
| Rockin' all black, leather lettermens |
| Who call themselves the Whethermen |
| Arbitrarily call myself, «The Greatest Rapper Alive» |
| Without ever consulting any of you other rhyming guys |
| Should the person who helped you find your confidence ever vanish |
| Before you can thank them, in the intricate ways that you had planned it |
| You’ll feel wretched- and terribly selfish |
| I just hope that he can understand |
| I just hope that he can understand |
| Every night before I fall asleep I think of where my brother went |
| How something so real can just disappear, I must be too fucking dense |
| I’m struggling with why I didn’t make it a point to come and see you |
| Staring at your picture in my phone, I can’t be prompted to delete you |
| Every night trying to convince myself these shortcomings are worth nothing |
| Where ever you are, my brother, I hope you rest your weary shoulders |
| There’s a lot more to Rob Espinosa than newspaper clippings in a folder |
| Kurt Vonnegut writes off death with a, «So it goes.» |
| I guess that’s the primary difference between a poet and writer of prose |
| I’m not trying to compress your existence into nicely wrapped tidbits |
| That’d be an insult to your memory as well as metaphysics |
| This is beyond my fucking limits |
| This is beyond my fucking limits |
| You don’t want me to pull memories from way back |
| Cause you ain’t got the necessary jiggawatts in that Maybach |
| You don’t want me to pull memories from way back |
| Cause you ain’t got the necessary jiggawatts in that Maybach |
| You don’t want me to pull memories from way back |
| Cause you ain’t got the necessary jiggawatts in that Maybach |
| The english language dictates we speak of you in past tense |
| Can you cross the river styx with a mere half pence? |
| I don’t know the answers |
| I only know the dances |
| When your facebook becomes your memorial page |
| And I swear I cry when I look through the pictorial display |