Boogieman ft. STORMN Lyrics

Watch out for the Boogeyman, coming for your dreams

Watch out for the Boogeyman, coming for your dreams

Here comes the Boogeyman, spiders in his eye sockets

All he eats is snicker bars, sour patch and hot pockets

All he does all day is Netflix and self play

Never chase ambition, cause his dreams have always ended most tragically

His heart runs off of a stolen car battery

His fireplace is full of coal and oil, oven full of stolen spoils

Skin covered in swollen boils, hair matted in moldy coils

Takes his bath in poison soil

When he creeps in your room in the middle of the night

He's there to make sure none of your dreams take flight

When he sees them start to formulate above your sleeping smile

He pulls the pouch out of his pocket and opens his mouth wide

He was born in the shadows of self-doubt and corporate bosses

Raised in fluorescent overhead light in a crowded office

Learned to love from nothing but reality TV

And when he votes with his dollar, it's always for the machine

Watch out for the Boogeyman, coming for your dreams

Here to make sure that your life's incomplete

Always draw inside the lines, never question what's advised

Don't look away from the television, never go outside

Watch out for the Boogeyman, coming for your dreams

Here to make sure that your life's incomplete

Always draw inside the lines, never question what's advised

Don't look away from the television, never go outside

He indulges in depression, doesn't have a single friend

Doesn't like the music or the art, doesn't dance

Hates the word organic and brushes his teeth with lies

And at every intersection, choose the path towards demise

He's never shared a laugh, shadow tall like giraffe

His cologne is self-loathing, looping thoughts bottled and capped on tap

Sourceless intimidation his map

Stays strapped with a poison arrow dipped in indecision by the barrel

He's allergic to trust and generosity

Indulges in the hopelessness and self-pity philosophy

Chain smokes black and milds, dipped in rat poison

Votes against the ganja, tortures kittens for enjoyment

Steal your dreams, his employment, addiction in his tool belt

Hunts endangered animals on weekends just to cool out

Believes the world will never change, why should we try?

Tears of cyanide when the crocodile cries

Watch out for the Boogeyman, coming for your dreams

Here to make sure that your life's incomplete

Always draw inside the lines, never question what's advised

Don't look away from the television, never go outside

Watch out for the Boogeyman, coming for your dreams

Here to make sure that your life's incomplete

Always draw inside the lines, never question what's advised

Don't look away from the television, never go outside

The Boogeyman's here in a hoodie, canned beer in his hand

Weird sand in his nose to demand some control in your life

And deprive you from growth to the nitrous and blow til your life is a joke

Selling dreams through some deems smoke with a means to provoke

You're the fiend for a coping mechanism till you croak

Hoping that you fall in victim to what he promotes

Kid diagnosis dope if you do-si-do

With a ghost after licking a dose like Yoshi

Then drift like in Tokyo

He's gotta show me something, but I really never know

He only spits baloney, plus he's phony when he flows

Probably why he has no homies, just opponents and some hoes

That's why I show up and I'm in a different mode

The Boogeyman slayer, slick with it, slit throats

If he hang over my head, or try to get after my soul

I put that shit to bed, then let him know I'll never fold

Watch out for the Boogeyman, coming for your dreams

Here to make sure that your life's incomplete

Always draw inside the lines, never question what's advised

Don't look away from the television, never go outside

Watch out for the Boogeyman, coming for your dreams

Watch out for the Boogeyman, coming for your dreams