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King Of Minneapolis, Pts. III And IV

King Of Minneapolis, Pts. III And IV

(الألبوم: Goodbye Cool World! - 2006)

[Part III. OK HANGOVER]

My god, I woke up on the floor
Of a famous Minneapolis rapper whose name will go unmentioned
I didn't crush the cat
No one wrote "dick" on my forehead
I wasn't seeing stars
I was seeing cigarettes and 1990's compact discs
I didn't even feel depressed like every other day when I wake up

I wouldn't trade it for the world, I would trade it for way less
Just a parking spot and a place to call my home
I'm always waking up hating that life ain't perfect
Despite what they say, my mistakes aren't worth it
But fuck it, I got through today
I can get through tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow

We lost a tire, but we put it back on
I lost the love of my life, holy shit, I got a better one
I lost a couple of my favorite shirts and favorite friends
I lost my favorite band

I feel like I have lost my mind and people tell me "this is fine."
Still, I feel shitty every time I try to fucking fall asleep at night

I wouldn't trade it for the world, I would trade it for way less
Just a parking spot and a place to call my home
I'm always making mistakes that are never worth it
Despite what they say, I hate that life ain't perfect
But fuck it, I got through today
I got a few more tomorrows tomorrows tomorrows

And everyday I wake and smile but by day's end my smile subsides
But I guess I'll be here a while and I'll smile through today, 'cause last night I didn't die

[Part IV. CECIL OTTER TATTOO]

And I know I'm not dead
Because I just threw up in my own mouth and swallowed back
This hangover ain't that bad

I feel worse just about every day
But James Brown must have sparked a change
Somewhere in our dialogue about sleep, hardcore and not being young

Got it drilled in my leg because I fucked my head
When I'm all alone, I will always have one friend

When I wish I was dead and I hate my friends
I must repeat this 'til the end
I still have a home even if my home's a van
When I wish I was dead and I hate my friends
I must repeat this 'til the end
I still have a home even if my home's a van
You still have a home even if your home's a van
I still have a home
I still have a home even if my home's a van

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