The Rose Parade - Speak

Waking up somewhere in Ladera, next to a girl with smeared mascara

Her looks say «groupie» first name Sarah, another victim of the Art Goon Era

Holy fuck… what am I becoming?

Mama said I need to go and do something stunning

With my life, instead I seat here soaking by the fireplace

Breaking down weed trying to find a higher place

Addicted to porno in cyber space

Eternal sunshine 'round tight mind erase

God damn sometimes I be forgettin, every lesson learned in the college room

setting

I didn’t make the grade so I didn’t give a damn

Intelligent but lazy, they couldn’t understand

What it’s like to be better than everyone you know, or what it’s like to make a

few fucking racks of a show

Pockets on swole, ego on overload

Drugs all around and pray I don’t overdose

But if Ido i’ll leave a beautiful corpse, bury me in my tux with a carton of

'ports

Life ain’t nothing but a rose parade

Everything that we see artificially made

And we all line up to take a look at the floats

But why the fuck would I want to stay behind this rope?

nope

Daddy was right, I never do listen but the blind old cunt couldn’t really see

my vision

Credit score low when I never held the job down

Snacking on xany bars just so I could calm down

My friends question why I’m so off-beat

Or why I choose to write my name in wet concrete

Dreamers sit back all day and romanticize

Doers fuck girls get gwop then they vandalize

Burn it all down, pissing on the ashes, and watch her deepthroat for some

backstage passes

God damn, is that how mama raised you?

Or is everything I do, just amaze you?

Fuck paid dues, I’m too punk son

I rather fuck a white girl with a trust fund

And blow her dough instead of spending mine, one of a kind

Young Rap God with a shrine, yeeh

Ricardo!

Get the goddamn hovercraft… the whores are after our money again…