1515 Washington - Astronautalis

Pack 'em all in, 4 folks up inside a 3 bed

Fuck a landlord, make a room out the practice space

Run an orange line through the laundry room

And be living three hundred a month

Yup, all bills erry’thang

Livin off a rap, ramen noodles, and the kindest friends

Drugs will pay the rent, keep the party moving everyday

Vegan with the tracks, ain’t no beef inside anything

Homies at your back, yup, you survive everything

Except that heat, believe in that

That smoke will fucking choke your lungs

Boy, that draft back will flash like a dagger drawn in a club

Smolder on the mattress till the 02 rolls through

And blows it up, turn everything to ashes

Watch them firefighters soak it up

So, what would you grab

If your fuckin house was burnin down?

2 seconds to dash?

You ain’t reaching for no Nikes

Bish don’t make me laugh

See how simple your whole life is in the palm of your hand

OH!

The smoke will lead you home!

As I write this, Ukraine is burning

And the flames in Venezuela made Valencia an urn

My own personal history feels so damn worthless

And I wonder if I grabbed the right things

When I escaped the burning building?

That silly feeling making your problems feel small

While simultaneously feeling helpless and numb to it all

Feel like a fucking asshole

For all the shoes that I bought

Knowing they all just turned to ashes

When the laces all caught on fire

All night I couldn’t sleep a wink, while looters broke in

And picked through our singed things

To sell it all for scratch so they could chase dreams

Or chase a high, or chase something else that’s in between

Maybe I shouldn’t have kept a god damn thing

Let it all burn down start over, just slate clean

That’s easy for me to say cause I didn’t lose much…

Except when I lost touch