Jerome
    (专辑: Mi Vida Local - 2018)
    
    I 
ain't the 
one  I 
never was the 
one, just another son of a 
son of a 
gun  Grandpa had the 
skin of a 
drum  Ru-ru-run but you can't escape what you came from  Bite your tongue, chew blood like it's gum  Climb aboard the 
diving board, time gets shorter when a 
child is born  I'm a 
quiet storm, but when I'm dry and warm, I 
take final form until you slice the 
chord  And make the 
line go flat on that life support  I 
gotta make some space so I 
can reach these stars  My face looks like an old race car, trying to put it together before it came apart  And when they lay my parts where my name is carved, they should save my heart in this mason jar  Minnesota, Uber drivers, Google Maps to the 
universal fibers  You're nobody 'til you stole some lighters, cat burglar disguised as a 
nervous tiger  We've been to many places but earth is liver  Save it, give me likes and favorites  Everybody's famous, I'ma need a 
lifetime of patience  Remind me what your name is? You won't find me in the 
known locations  I'd rather be alone in my beautiful basement, whoo   This on my list of shit to do, after I 
pick which whisper to listen to  And you can kiss my ass until your lips are blue, ooh  Or we can fight about it after school  Whatever you have to do, I'm cool   When I 
leave this Earth, feel the 
after tremors, might see my curse upon the 
back of the 
mirrors  Graffiti bridge is all tags and stickers, but we are the 
children of the 
action figures  And now we drop like matchsticks, figures  I 
got too many friends, and I 
can't keep up with the 
trends  And I 
know that I'm supposed to pretend  Like I'm afraid of the 
day that it's all gonna end  Where the 
hell have you been?  And how did time get spent, huh?  I 
gotta, gotta stop messing about  Stick the 
neck out like you're stretching it out  The 
king wears a 
crown made of clouds  The 
whole crowd will get loud if you miss this foul  If you don't mind I'ma go mind my business now, whoo   This on my list of shit to do, after I 
pick which whisper to listen to  And you can kiss my ass until your lips are blue, ooh  Or we can fight about it after school  But all ya'll are full of shit, and I'm cool