Lyrics Yestersdaze - Feral the Earthworm

Yestersdaze were the saddest face in town
Set my life ablaze as I waste and wait around.
Living with this hatred for the people in my town
It's breaking me down

I'm faded like the setting sun
I'm not having any fun
Pointing fingers assuming things about everyone
I say I'm stressed 'cause next week they have a test
But in a month they'll find the same anxiousness in their chest

And I observe them rush most places they go
Even downtown when they drunkenly stumble in matching clothes
And I don't understand their culture or their life
But I'm no better if I'm frustrated and starting fights

I tried to skate home at 2PM on Tuesday
But was too intoxicated, fell face flat on Guadalupe
I didn't care, felt no desire to get up.
A beautiful woman asked me if I was alright but I just hiccuped.

"Are you OK?" (hiccup) "No, but thanks for asking."
I do believes that I'ms a half a Lone Star from collapsing.
And on that note, I think I'll make my way home.
But, first, I have to stop in here to eat unhealthy food alone.

I don't know why.
I don't know why.
I don't know why.
But I can try.

Just stop the train. Going through too much shit, it's crazy.
Ironically, at work, it's the richest kids that pay me.
I bike their ass back to West Campus cause life's a party.
I hardly make it. They pay with father's card and kiss Barbie.
I'm partly jealous, but, honestly, largely, I feel cheated.
My family's like a drunken tweet from God that got deleted.
Like, "Whoops! Didn't mean that sequence of characters!"
Meanwhile I see these other people's parents's marriages work.
And worst of all, I moved to West Campus for a girl
Who left me for a college boy, "Fuck the World!"

I don't need your friendship, you can kiss my ass and get lost
I hope you forfeit all your free time to make cash for your boss
I hope you lose touch with your passions, feel sadness and exhaust
Work a job you hate for eighty years then get laid off, pause.
Never mind my jaws,
If I say something mean, it's just because I'm so unhappy,
You understand, it's not a thing.

Yestersdaze were the saddest face in town.
Set my life ablaze as I waste and wait around.
Living with this hatred for the people in my town.
It's breaking me down.

So now I'm sober sixty days, watching people smoke at open mics.
Lost in an ocean of posers who think their flow is nice.
This is not a game, this is my chosen life.
And if you think that I'm lying, then go 'head, roll the dice.
And I should probably take my own advice
And accept the differences in my people my devotion might
Supercede the love they bring, but who the fuck am I to judge?
I've studied in depth and I know what verbal violence does.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing at all.
I say I hate the people around me, but I hate myself and my flaws.
Dawg.
I was lost for years, but now I see the truth so clearly.
I've made foolish moves, but when I do, I do sincerely.
This year severely crushed me, what's the fuckin' point? I give up.
In regards to the wealthy, it's from the Woodlands I pent up mad
Rage and aggression, just to face the rejection
Deep down I wanted to fit in, I can't escape this depression
It's like I'm destined

Yestersdaze were the saddest face in town
Set my life ablaze as I waste and wait around
Living with this hatred for the people in my town
It's breaking me down

And then the clouds burst
Like heavens communicating with yellow beams
Warm vibrations got me buzzing like some cello strings
Don't let 'em harsh your mellow, go and spread those wings,
Universal peace is something that hating never brings
Please do better things. And so I did.
Put them 40s down, picked up my brain, put it back in my lid.
Went to this music business meeting mostly cause there would be food to eat.
And that's the night that I met Jla Soul and Music Read
They said, " We saw you battle last night and that shit was ill. Wanna' start a business?"
I said, "Probably not, but still, let's chill."
We freestyled til dawn and we talked van dwelling
They were plotting a tour north and it sounded so damn compelling
"Got room for one more?" To my surprise, they said sure.
I never rapped outside of Texas, let alone in New York.
I swear to God, that trip helped me heal me up in the best of ways.
Thanks to Fifth Nation, I'm no longer plagued by Yestersdaze.

Yestersdaze were the saddest phase in town.
Set my life ablaze as I waste and wait around.
Living with this hatred for the people in my town.
It's breaking me down.