Red Solo Cups Lyrics

This beat sounds like I'm dead, so I'm out of life

What is there to do instead, in this afterlife?

Guess I'll head upstairs, I guess I'm going up

Looks like there's a friendly affair with red solo.....

I see my dead grandpa, damn, it's been a while

I'm told he drank 'til his death, copping cigarettes

I see they're right, because there's one tucked between his smile

I'm told he talked with a temper, smacking cabinets

I see ___ from high school, up from my tennis team

He hung himself a few years ago, post-degree

After school, we were hitting green and smoking weed

It was something we didn't see, at least he rests in peace

I run into my bro, wasn't expecting that

Said it was a rock in a quarry dive, Titanic scene

A cliff jumper, a skydiver, a risky track

My mothers nightmare, I share her anxiety

Needed to piss, so I walked away from my drinking team

I see my dog, Willis, eating comfortably

I try to get his attention, but he just looks at me

I remember digging his hole, behind some shrubbery

This beat sounds like I'm dead, so I'm outta life

What is there to do instead, in this afterlife?

Guess I'll head upstairs, guess I'm going up

Looks like there's a friendly affair with red solo cups

…with red solo cups

…with red solo cups

…solo cups

Looks like there's a friendly affair

Back together with old friends, time to reminisce

Chat with whoever will listen, and add some biases

Act herculaic, they saved Jesus from crucifix

I pay attention, but that's not how I remember it

So, I'm tuning out, and I'm thinking about this summer camp

12 years, I count, we traveled out to the Amish land

Looking sound, 'til my parents dipped, started panicking

Time management, betrayal was feeling Anakin

Shut up, Saw, you never had it like your parents did

Don't address, nor express it, it's embarrassing

Just keep drinking and try to forget what your uncle did

Turn on the TV whenever you hear your mom get hit

And don't compare to these new kids, no comparison

He picked the safe, your classmate is a terrorist

Hit the art room, got brain matter from your ceramic friend

Thoughts and prayers because banning guns is un-American

How the fuck did I die? It doesn't matter now

Guess the best we can do is drink ourselves to life

Point our drinks to the moon and take a bow

Wish I didn't ask many questions when I was alive

Shit, when I was alive

When I was alive

Wish I didn't ask many questions…