WORK LOCKER ft. Love Ulysses & MLTZR Lyrics

Sitting in the throne right next to my work locker

I think I know just what to do just like a hurt doctor

I think I know just what to do just like I learned proper

Hit the stage

Burnt that shit and then returned awkward

Double rubberbanded up as the returns stock up

Read the spine, reshelved it neatly

Or brought to your office

I was 19 in this bitch with an impure process

Now I'm 23 tryna beat the world's gauntlet

Scratched serial off the pen

Now it's untraceable

But now I'm really worried that I be not relatable

Methodical Marvin

Harping on his state of home

But mostly just starving

Carving down his favorite bowl

Scarfing down dishes that I made with love and care

That was supposed to last the week

But how in the fuck would that be fair

Good eats are good eats

When kicking up with nappy hair

Inside your apartment by yourself

Instead of making up nasty stares

That follow me home

But only if I let 'em

I love therapy even when I feel it's a set up

Paranoia

Pair of coins tucked

In each of the letters

That I write in this calibur notebook

The bluer the better

Gooey-ish textures

That's dripping from the bic pen

Looking a lot like DNA that's floating from the pig's skin

And when yall catch it

It be feeling like a touchdown

Make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs

Like I'm BigWinn

Young LU learning the durability of his chin

Just so I know exactly when to get em' off me

Old trauma goblins playing dirty like Pig Pen

Put the chainsaw away you gotta kill em softly