Turtle Race Lyrics

Was is, maybe, could be, should be

We ate all of the same meals so; tell me, why was the surface so sticky?

Clean, clean, clean up then messy man

Rather be dead on the carpet floor than redid up

Not another numbing agent, never another narco making it grocery

Eric got bends and leaving

French exit on my friends, she's straightening her bangs

Too loud the tunes

The gallery of life too noisy for you, too?

Soon now my toons, they said, too noisy for you two

Forty-six and wrestlin'

Pops done too much acid, step father is just another racist

Sweet Sunday's like literal lateral be bending

My visionaries making delicious tang to kicking the glass

Don't cross me because I know that I will hear it right after the ads

Conversating mad shit, listen and don't stay for gaskets

Will our problem become guns? Face those who lost their sons

They are brighter than your life

Don't feel bad for me when this is what we are seeing

This quiet time right before June, July

Not done, South Side facing sun

No more quiet time