The Idiot

Cocksure tall guy walking down the street
Got a dog on no leash, Birkenstocks on his feet
Talking to an agent, managing his talent
Dog shit dimwit feeling good repellent

Sunday morning, high heels, scooting in the bike lane
Grilled cheese waiting when you make it down the beeline
Off to see your daddy somewhere, just too swanky
Low cash big bets, oh, those weekend regrets

And I feel alright
And I don't know what I'm talking about
My mama, she taught me to scream and shout
And let it all hang out

I'm living, well, I'm living next door
Next door to the Idiot baby
I'm living, well, I'm living next door
Next door to the Idiot baby

Bebop, full stop, forgot to make the key drop
Police car on the sidewalk, and they're buzzing on your doorlock
White down jacket, and he's sneaking through the courtyard
Work hard, play hard, fry your eggs in white lard

Tall trees lining up an empty street
Hood rats hipster bats, helicopter dry heat
Black leaves, dogshit, workout kings, and jog queens
Fake bar advertising fake flavored long drinks

I feel alright
And I don't know what I'm talking about
My mama, she let everything hang out
And I scream, and I shout

Well, I'm living, I'm living next door
Next door to the Idiot baby
I'm living, well, I'm living next door
Next door to the Idiot baby

Yeah, I'm living, well, I'm living next door
Next door to the Idiot baby
I'm living, well, I'm living next door
Next door to the Idiot baby