Crispin Glover

P.O.S.

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    Yeah
    You can't start every song with a Yeah!
    But it's cool whatever
    You think I'm shocking joke
    It's like a, an after shock you know?
    Yeah I took something and exactly what
    Tryna make one of those like oh get one
    They come back yeah? Haha

    Yeah!
    We drop dimes on the wrong
    People, places and things
    We bring signs to picket
    For those dimed on
    Petition tickets in long lines for leaders
    But sometimes there's already a dime in the meter

    So,
    One of them days
    You can pick up your check
    Mix a drink
    Or a pack of Camel Lights in the deck
    And feel free
    Sick of the news
    So give the brain a rest
    Cut the MPR
    And sing along to the Soviets

    Mock socialite
    Minneapple transplant
    Used to be the kid
    That made the parents miss their cans
    Can't stand that
    Steady, sober for years
    Imagine that
    Black sheep gettin' blamed
    For the missing beers

    I guess somethings change
    While others remain refrained
    From dwelling on the days spent
    Stiff lip
    Broke plain
    I came up strange
    But still I'm sane
    And I'ma always have a bit a
    Piss and vinegar in the veins

    In short:
    Rockin' the same
    I stay grounded
    Ain't nobody jockin' the name
    I'll tell you what
    You stay fly
    I'll stay McFly
    You keep it crisp 'n clean
    I'll keep it crispin glover

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    To those who listen
    Those in the pits
    To the backyard kids
    Off the head in the
    To those who listen
    South Minneapps
    To the Hopkins cat
    Tryna get in and fit in

    Yeah,
    We hit the snooze
    To sleep and keep dreamin'
    We treat the days
    Like the nights we keep dreamin'
    We wanna toss 20/20 for rent
    And we tryna make a dollar
    Off a dime in a ball of lint

    No quick bucks
    We live a bit slower
    And double trouble
    Double bubbles
    But never bubbles over
    It gets bad
    Not as bad as it gets
    So give a hubba hubba
    To your baby girl and hug her

    I'm a little boy
    Tryna be a grown man
    Tryna see his little boy
    Grow into his own man
    Right, so
    I'ma kick the cynicism a little
    'Cuz if the world's still spinnin'
    Then his future looks bright

    And if the world's still spinnin'
    I'ma keep livin'
    Just like I need to
    Just under equal
    Just a little outta step
    With the people
    Show my little lamb
    Not to move
    Like the sheep do

    We stay outside
    With head up high
    We stay grounded
    Don't mix up conceit with pride
    And tell 'em
    You stay fly
    I'll stay McFly
    You keep it crisp 'n clean
    I'll keep it crispin glover

    To those who listen
    Those in the pits
    To the backyard kids
    Off the head in the
    To those who listen
    South Minneapps
    To the Hopkins cat
    Tryna get in and fit in

    Do your thing homie
    Do what you can
    If you a little outta step
    Homie show me your hands

    Doomtree
    And do what they can
    Homie Laser Beak
    And do what they can

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