Lyrics
Can we keep it open
Please and thank you, baby
Yo, Greaseball, man, what's up
Yo, what's up with you, man? You good
How you living, man? How you living? Everything alright
I don't even know, man, like
I don't even know what good is anymore
You know, it's like
It's like I have these good times
Then like I have these bad times
And like it's up to me what I'm gonna do at any given moment, you know
It's like, it's really up to me what kind of day I'm having
And honestly, man, I don't really want much out of life, you know
To be honest, some of the best times I've ever had
Shit were just spent drinking in like an empty field
Or like a drainage ditch or something, you know
And like, just with a couple good friends
And a pack of cigarettes if I'm lucky
Shit, man, if I could, I'd probably do that every day
I know it's like destructive and I'm not sure how healthy it is
That my main source of joy involves like a codependency
On other people's company, you know
But for now, I guess it's what I like to do
It's cheap, it's easy, and it's fucking fun
Let's get a beer
I think I'm gonna go, man
I just remembered I gotta do something
But hey, always good to see you, man
Keep making that dope-ass music, you know
All right, Greaseball, I'll see you later, man
Are you sure, man? You didn't even close out your tab
Catch you later, Greaseball. Stay up, man
All right
Excuse me, can I get another one
Yeah, put it on that guy's tab
The guy who just stepped outside
That's the one. Yep. Yep. Thank you
Written by: Greaseball