Ideal - Tropidelic

Made a lot of enemies but more friends

Trying to figure out whats important

I know that family is gold when it all ends

City’s broke down like an old engine

A silhouetted sky above an ocean

A Justin Roberts painting that I float in

I step into the water and it feels real

It ain’t ideal but I deal

Take the van down to Tennessee in August

Just another fucker on a long list

Who don’t want to live his life behind a dam desk

Sick of the authority and nonsense

I don’t wana live life like it’s over

The city gets colder and colder

The neighborhood’s rough so I hold steel

It ain’t ideal but I deal

Its been a hard days night in the east side

Gimme good green and some erie vibes

Can’t catch enough sleep for me to feel inspired

As a lay amongst the cigarettes and broken vinyl

I can never find the draft from the window

I’m starting to look thinner than my bill fold

Tired of the music that got no soul

It ain’t ideal but I deal

Another hard loss for the home team

Sees another white suburban kid turn dope fiend

Sometimes its like were in the city of forgotten dreams

All the while technology replaces people

Its harder than it looks and the truth hurts

I still believe ya make it if you do work

I feel like I never learn unless I lose first

It ain’t ideal but I deal

I’d rather be a punk than apostle

Even if it means I’ll end up in the hospital

For saying what I mean, got no control

Sometimes its hard enough to just stay sober

When the future looks bright it can be blinding

Pray I can muster up the strength to do the right thing

The uncertainty and risk make it all real

It ain’t ideal but I deal

With another new day comes a rebirth

I count 'em like the holes on my tee shirt

An opportunity to change and to see what works

Even when the world is upon your shoulders

The spirit thats inside me is hopeful

I try to see the glass like it’s half full

The people put around me been so cool

It ain’t ideal, its surreal