Текст песни Underwear (GuestBed) - Greaseball

And it's annoying
The constant gnawing
Clawing at the back of my jaw
Scrawling falling
Messages calling Mexican slang curses in segments
Bawling
Stalling, gnawing on this tall can,
Ignore that tall man
I think he's fine inside, ignore it
Drinking cyanide inside a room with dinosaurs of orange
Painted poorly on the walls again
Since all his friends
Were no longer no tolerant
Of all the bends and quirks and smirks and winks and things like that

It must stink to be so ridden with anxiety
When social notoriety is ingrained in the propriety of
Ever being great at any craft you've come to trust
And instead of coping, you'll find dope mistaking it for love
It's a toss-up, it's been jostling
It's a blossom, it's a coffin
It's a problem, it's a profit
I'm so docile, so obnoxious,
I'm so vexed, ayy
But, may all our goblins remain stuck inside our necks