Crickey Lyrics

I'm ill as fuck

It's like a double entendre

Turn the lights low

And make the ambiance somber

The saddest people dance until the curtain call

They shimmy off

Another drink?

Yes, please

Just a subtle macabre offer

Seems that I been getting progressively more claustro

Phobic

Bumping Ella Mistitz and the Don Sinatra

Need a reason to get out of bed before dawn

Hon I gotcha

Hop inside the Dilf-Distroyfer

Lets get lost huh

Ya needed a ride

So Imma hook you up proper

You need to decide

Cause it's a one time offer

Whatever you like

Whatever you like

Cause my patience like a track star

Is running thin

I'm not a cushion baby

You can keep your pin

Shot a

Helluva shot

It was hot

But it hit the rim

Never the

Less

I wanna go

Somewhere we never been

Cause these 4 walls and the closet

Are always the most distraught

Whenever I'm in

Hmph

I fancy myself a poet

But the criticism I face inside my self

May never show it

If laws are flawed

The kid you love

May live in his disownment

Cryptically crying for help

Awaiting someone to decode him

Like sweep the leg

I chance/gamble my advancements

A shameless self indulgent in these trivial self enhancements

But my dick is big enough

And my prides always with the antics

Then you come and cloud my judgement

Whoop

And there go my semantics

And there go my semantics

And there go

And there go

And there go my semantics

You're acting mighty frantic

And there go my semantics

I guess this much is standard

Been throwing darts at random

Ergo, this is where it landed

I wish I was like parent hood

Maybe she could've planned it

I'm rough around the edges

I know she couldn't have sanded

And I'm laughing at the punchlines to compensate for the lack of

Motivation to attack all the tasks

I've stacked up

It's a game of Tetris breaking and building it back up

Then it's Jango Kurt Cobaino the way that I crack up

I could die to day and wouldn't give less than a half fuck

Which means I'm prolly way way way way more than half fucked

Like an awkward handjob leaving my little samurai half tucked

That's enough

Maybe we should wrap up

I mean seriously

Couldn't be that tough

Nigga wrap your pinto

For your bean start to act up

It's hard enough as is

Being a teen with no back up

Literally all you had to do was try and not be an asshole

Ya needed a ride

So Imma hook you up proper

You need to decide

Cause it's a one time offer

Whatever you like

Whatever you like

Cause my patience like a track star

Is running thin

I'm not a cushion baby

You can keep your pin

Shot a

Helluva shot

It was hot

But it hit the rim

Never the

Less

I wanna go

Somewhere we never been

Cause these 4 walls and the closet

Are always the most distraught

Whenever I'm in

Hmph

I realize you didn't ask for me

Sometimes I forget

I'm really angry with the world

I guess that's why I project

I didn't mean to hurt your feelings

Every time that I did

I didn't know

And still don't

Admittedly I'm a kid

I need therapy

Like really bad

Like really fucking

It isn't a joke

Although I know it made you laugh

Maybe that'll compensate for me saying something sad

It seemed important so I figured I'd save it for last.