Curious George Lyrics

Yeah, I was full of bad habits, now I eat cabbage I went to look around, it seems like everyone is static

It's like everything is plastic

A lot of gossip circles, they just make it all dramatic

It's quite cinematic, it's really pretty tragic

I would talk to you, it's just way too much baggage

I come from out Detroit, this is not B-Rabbit I'm from eight miles north, where they might own a horse

But I can make it jump like I'm Curious George

And I can make it pop like the night of the fourth

I just finished up my course, now it's time to open doors

Don't talk about my life, I don't talk about yours

Have a house on the lake, and a place on the shore

I'd rather be a bum than be a corporate whore

I am twisted in the head, don't know what I'm here for

It's a blessing and a curse that I never had chores oh fuck, good lord

Not sure what I'm here for but I'm hungry, I deserve hors d'oeuvres

I got steak on my plate, but let me get some shrimp first

Mom, where the hell's the dessert

I want cookies, now

I'm already pretty tall, but I'm working on my second growth spurt

I'ma put em in the dirt

So I head out for a run, like look at me, bitch I feel great

And then I beat around the bush, and anxiety kicks me in the face

Goddamnit not today

I've been working on myself like a saint, it just doesn't go away

You can't do all of that work and then settle and just stay the same

Boy, you have to be great

Okay, let's pump the brakes, I was sitting on the bench

Now I need first place, I don't know about fate, I'm tryna find home base

How can I feel like shit, and then I feel like Drake

I try to be healthy, I end the day with cake

Well, you shouldn't get so baked

Why does settling down kinda seem like a waste

How does having a job just feel like a disgrace

Cause you have to be great

Man, I hear that shit often, they throw me advice

That's awesome, I toss it

My shell is too hard, but it's starting to soften

This ego's exhausting, I proceed with caution

These dudes that I know were just praying I lost it

Damn, all of the flaunting and all of this wanting

Man, life can seem daunting, society's haunting

We search for belonging and seek out our callings

Shit, you thought I'd graduate and I'd shake a bunch of hands

Damn, I don't understand, you must've never met the man

One thing is for sure, man, I need to go explore

I'm a curious boy, I feel like Curious George