biceps

Flex your bicep

Flex your bicep

C'mon girl, flex your bicep

Flex your bicep

(Shit, they knew I wasn't one of them)

Yeah, you got it right

And that ain't me to pull you down into my misery

When I'm alone in my room and stare at the wall and tears well up

I settle up, it's just I and I

It's easy to tell who leave you high and dry

Free as a knockin' and they warm inside

I got a storm inside

I know a lot of others who also have this storm inside

Gustin' and fuckin' rustlin'

You think you're crushed to something what's left

But to pull up and flex your bicep

I'd rather die stuck in debt than bored to death

I got two hands I give thanks for

And the right one scribbled these scripts

The left navigated the clipboard

I got two feet on the end of two legs

That keep me boppin' down the block

Rockin' these loops and endeavorin' to jot the truth

Twilight Samurai, peasant status

Posted up at the lonely lamppost, "Los, what's up?"

Speedy and Jay lit beaties and proceeded to graffiti the day

Kept it classy, see, everybody has a moment when they needy

I had mine, she didn't have time, it sucked then

But that's fine, now I'm more reinforced

'Cause I went to see the swords

Strength in my core, no yoga, only basketball

I told you, B, this poetry has floated me

When I was sinkin', so I give thanks and notably

Lately, I've been thinkin'

I give thanks and notably

Lately, I've been thinkin'

Lately, I've been thinkin'

Lately, I've been thinkin'

I give thanks notably

Lately, I've been thinkin'

I miss pops, I miss Henry Rock Lots

So I kick rocks around vacant lots

To make a sound that makes me settle down

From all the rushin' through this labyrinth of bills

And makin' sure my meals in the cabinets is all full

I got two ears to hear stereo effects

I give thanks for the boxes of cassettes

I never get to play 'cause we runnin' around to make

Everything work, it's like, damn

Why the fuck we such jerks? That's like

Damn (damn, damn), jerks (damn, damn)

Why the hell we such jerks? Yo

I got a summons to court, no seat belt

Really, man, what is this for? Don't let the heat melt

Our patience got us pacin' back and forth here in the pipes

Creeps don't go over the top, won't stop 'til it slice cheeks

Shit got me dreamin' of a picnic at an ice creek

Somewhere in Idaho, not Moscow

Keep ridin', bro, feel the breeze

Keep ridin', bro, these moments here are everything

Seize the phonosphere, known to sear, but keep it raw inside

When tourin' stateside, remember the night that the bass died

We're not safe, bass slide, get dirty fretless

I got these vocal chords, hope it's stored

In these sentences we record, who's more sensitive?

Folklore in the cold oak door

Creak open and your woe's no more

Back from the store, sour power stashed in the bag

Hide 'em in the back of the drawer

Give thanks for all that, but all that's no more

I give thanks