Meddlin' Kids

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Teddy Faley

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I view myself as quite the

Sorry, save it, shit be getting lit and darken everything
Found a subroutine and submarined the very air he drink
Walking up a scary thing
To go to sleep's a coal mine and canary thing
The in between at best has been embarrassing
My 'later dog' it lists to the left and it lacks conviction
If I said this ain't goodbye I wouldn't buy it a minute
I been had I recognized our past, it means as much to me as you, my dude
But there's been yous before and there will be more after too
With the exception of a very few
I throw the deuce
I'm out before you even you knew my hand had moved
Texts returned, broke in two
Leave a message? I delete the message, don't even check it
It's almost impressive how much I ain't invested
So, my knowledge to go, don't watch it alone
But if you alone, watch it, shit gets outta control
I brought a big smile, and the plans for to be ironing folds
But I'm a wind chime
In a sandstorm
In a pile of clothes
I'm less thorough than all over the map, but trying get over that
And trying get over without you knowing that
I ain't been sober through much of most of that
Seen me around? Appear in a cloud
That's gone before you figured me out

Up rock, get billy bitched, and the dew drops, and that's beta shit
And if it wasn't for y'all meddling kids, I woulda gotten away with it
Woulda gotten away with it
I mighta gotten away with it
... I probably wouldn't have ever gotten away with it

I built a
House made for sticks and stopped by it a rock
I built a
House made for sticks and stopped by it a rock
I built a
House made for sticks and stopped by it a rock

I've kicked more people in the head than I have made a friend
I never learned to make amends or known a fence to mend
Or even heard a rumor 'bout one maybe that had did
Some point soon I'll have to wonder if them shits even exist
My been here before said not one's impressed
My kick in the door it said hold in your breath
Before I double tap dance across a pocket check and then pepper your step
Or pour salt in the wounds
Or take a head off a neck
I don't take tests, I break a pencil and jet
I'd rather leave em scratching heads than at all unimpressed
I'd love to lose the rep, but I ain't never knew no undue stress
Take a step, f*ck a rest, I feel on top under duress
Maybe that there's something that we should sat and talked about
Woulda told you everything I did was well outside the out of bounds
But I'm 'bout it now, and my nose is clean, if just a tad powdered down
I spell recovery with covered the entire sound
I tried to tell the world I needed help by
Doing things alone that kept myself high
And practicing the way I say I felt fine
Take a truth, add a past tense,
And make a something that was out of a something that is
Now ain't, nothing that's up, that's why I'm off in the wind
You me what's up, you ain't asking me shit
Catch the same palm I threw at you then
My bag got packed, I ain't thought of you since
Heard your name, heard me say he a bitch

Up rock, get billy bitched, and the dew drops, and that's beta shit
And if it wasn't for y'all meddling kids, I woulda gotten away with it
Woulda gotten away with it
I mighta gotten away with it
... I probably wouldn't have ever gotten away with it

I built a
House made for sticks and stopped by it a rock
I built a
House made for sticks and stopped by it a rock
I built a
House made for sticks and stopped by it a rock

So I'm back up on my solo shit
Don't never pay my bills on time just so I get the notices
To feel like someone notices
In mirror world I don't exist
I rowed a boat in piss and docked that shit where they don't like the looks of out of towner jibs
Trying get up out of your feelings when your feelings is odd
Is like trying get up out the bathroom when you're in the garage
Inside a good spirit, but appear as a slob
And keep whiskey in the closet like the pastor it's pops
I just sit down, write words, and there be the bop
Apparently it's poppin, it's apparent you not
Yo my dude, don't get it skewed it, 'fore your carriage get stopped
My arrogance carried me everywhere, your air'll get popped
It's an over eager smile on top the realest ever screw face
A chairlift in the summer in the realest ever footrace
You ain't on my level, and my level ain't that great
So how's it feel to be the guy behind in last place
I'm a liar built of fire, if you lie in that shade
You gon' burn before you find it's that way

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