Yes I'm Serious

K.Flay

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    My greatest fear is mediocrity
    I wanna be the shit
    Colostomy
    That bitch
    Ferocity
    That drip
    Viscosity
    Nobody's fucking property
    Kiss my pale white butt – my philosophy
    Bobby fischer prodigy, I'm homer on an odyssey
    Statistically unlikely, still I might be the anomaly
    Smiling but I'm sad, the dichotomy
    If you got some stupid shit to say then don't talk to me

    Experts abound, but they're all selling doo doo
    Bamboozled on YouTube, that man's not a guru
    The paycheck on Friday, you already blew through
    To finance some diamonds and scoop up a miu miu
    Like new shoes a voodoo
    Might undo the cuckoo
    Your vid gets a few views
    Could patch up the boo-boos
    Of childhood rejection and after school boo-hoos
    Capitalism, religion, the virtue
    Spandex and amex and xanax – my world view
    4 AM benihana, that's my curfew
    Jumbo prawns, perignon oxymorons
    Isn't it funny that pleasure can hurt you?

    People tell me I'm resilient
    But lord knows I would love to show my feelings
    I would love to explode onto the ceiling
    Jackson pollock, paint peeling
    I would love to fuck off, say I'm dealing with some shit
    Like I don't get that everybody's dealing with some shit
    Like my struggle is unique, neat
    White girl, dead alcoholic dad, scared to repeat
    The cycle of vodka, nauseous, the awful process
    Of top of the class to no options, jobless
    Of scrambling thoughts till your head's an omelet
    Of following thomas submit to chaos

    With the privilege of middle-class fear
    Plus internalized hate, 'cause I'm queer
    Plus I really wanna have that beer
    I guess the enemy's the face in the mirror
    But there's a tiny little spark in my heart
    I blow on it to to see if there's a fire to start
    The highest power's the nth degree
    That is both infinite and imaginary

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    So don't worry about God
    She's smoking cocaine at a bus stop
    She's putting rogaine on a bald spot
    She's feeling no shame in a crop top
    She's loves gandhi and pol pot
    She condones zoloft
    She giveth more when you scream: No más
    She told me once in the back of a tour bus
    The highest highs might really be the low spots

    I'm sitting on a toilet in Germany
    I'm brimming with shit and uncertainty
    I'm skimming a novel I purchased in France
    But I don't parlez-vous, so it's not making sense
    Aujourd'hui, maman est morte
    I'm trying to comfort myself with chic decor
    While I absorb the force of foreign art imports
    While feeling deep remorse for all the days of yore
    I guess it's par the course

    I'm trying to undo the stinging of my suburban upbringing
    I feel the venom, it sinking into my veins, I've been drinking the kool-aid
    Flutes, they keep clinking, celebrities, they keep winking
    But I've been licking it up
    Touché
    So easy to be tempted
    Hypocrites all act defensive
    Better see my name in your motherfucking mentions
    Say I want no pics but all the attention

    Yes I'm serious, half deaf furious
    Wet eyes blurry, it's got me worrying
    Not my sturdiest, check my verbiage
    Groundhog day, feel so bill murray-ish
    Yes I'm serious
    Yes I'm serious

    So sick and tired of all this self sabotage
    Eyeliner, punk rock, and black boots – my camouflage
    I wanna go back to cartwheels and santa claus
    Forget my regrets and package my baggage up
    I want it all solved in two days like amazon
    Tried to escape from my mind like it's azkaban
    Wasted but didn't crash, I felt the hand of God
    Ripple effects hard to tell what the damage was
    Really I feel like I'm feeling the feelings
    Of my inner child who's been pounding the ceiling
    Repeatedly asking for reasons and soothing
    So I found a bottle and covered the bruising
    But I was confusing a numbness for comfort
    Abandoned myself when I slipped under cover
    Surrendering limits but longing for structure
    Developing habits and lusting for hunger

    Selling out packed shows and missing my mother
    Smiling at assholes and feeling outnumbered
    Withering back bone the pressure was crushing
    My spirit exploding, the faint scent of sulfur
    Kept hollowing out, but see, I was the vulture
    Kept losing myself, but see, I'm the abductor
    Kept chasing the pain, feeding the ulcer
    Said: Fuck this whole place, but see, I built the culture

    Yeah, I build the culture
    Yeah, I build the culture
    Yeah, I build the culture

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