Crispin Glover - P.O.S

Yeah!

You can’t start every song with a «Yeah!»

But it’s cool whatever

You think I’m shocking joke

It’s like a, an after shock, you know?

Yeah I took something and exactly what

Tryna make one of those like oh get one

They come back yeah?

Haha

Yeah!

We drop dimes on the wrong people, places and things

We bring signs to picket for those dimed on

Petition tickets in long lines for leaders

But sometimes there’s already a dime in the meter

So

One of them days you can pick up your check

Mix a drink or a pack of Camel Lights in the deck

And feel free

Sick of the news so give the brain a rest

Cut the MPR and sing along to the Soviettes

Mock socialite

Minneapple transplant

Used to be the kid that made the parents miss their cans

Can’t stand that

Steady, sober for years

Imagine that, black sheep gettin' blamed for the missing beers

I guess somethings change

While others remain refrained from dwelling on the days spent

Stiff lip

Broke plain

I came up strange, but still I’m sane

And I’ma always have a bit a piss and vinegar in the veins

In short: rockin' the same

I stay grounded

Ain’t nobody jockin' the name

I’ll tell you what

You stay fly, I’ll stay McFly

You keep it crisp and clean

I’ll keep it Crispin Glover

To those who listen

Those in the pits

To the backyard kids

Off the head in the

To those who listen

South Minneapps

To the Hopkins cat

Tryna get in and fit in

Yeah

We hit the snooze to sleep and keep dreamin'

We treat the days like the nights we keep dreamin'

We wanna toss 20/20 for rent

And we tryna make a dollar off a dime and a ball of lint

No quick bucks

We live a bit slower and double trouble

Double bubbles but never bubbles over

It gets bad not as bad as it gets

So give a hubba hubba to your baby girl and hug her

I’m a little boy tryna be a grown man

Tryna see his little boy grow into his own man

Right, so I’ma kick the cynicism a little

'Cuz if the world’s still spinnin' then his future looks bright

And if the world’s still spinnin'

I’ma keep livin' just like I need to

Just under equal

Just a little outta step with the people

Show my little lamb not to move like the sheep do

We stay outside with head up high

We stay grounded

Don’t mix up conceit with pride and tell 'em

You stay fly, I’ll stay McFly

You keep it crisp and clean

I’ll keep it Crispin Glover

To those who listen

Those in the pits

To the backyard kids

Off the head in the

To those who listen

South Minneapps

To the Hopkins cat

Tryna get in and fit in

Do your thing homie

Do what you can

If you a little outta step

Homie show me your hands

Doomtree

They do what they can

My motherfuckin' homie Lazerbeak

They do what they can

Cecil & Turbo

They do what they can (yup)

Pablo Fiasco

They do what they can (uh-huh)

Cat and Pookie

They do what they can (yup)

They do what they can

Kill the Vultures & power struggle

They do what they can

They do what they can (I-)

They do what they can

They do what they can

They do what they can

They do what they can

They do what they can