I like fantasizing about the day that this anxiety won't constantly be turning all my skies gray. I like fantasizing about the day I'm gonna own my own island. Last night at the Super Bowl we had martinis with gin and he told me that he thinks Beyonce is a 9.5- maybe a 10, she has really pretty skin, and I smiled. Jeez, I bought another lottery ticket tonight and out the six numbers I picked not one single digit was right.īut life's been so stressful that I'll be honest, the last thing I need is a hundred million dollars. Getting hurt by people that I'm trying to please, apparently I need to rap while on the flying trapeze. I just want to take my mind off all this angry fan mail accusing me of selling out, telling me I ran stale.
I mean sometimes, I hate the fuckin' sunshine so I go get enough wine at one time to lay up in my confines and unwind while vibin' to some Sublime.
You see, life hurts like a bitch sometimes. Sometimes I think about the baby that I used to be and how it's all just ultimately leading to my eulogy. I've got the best friends and a stack of photos covered in some dust particles and some dead skin. Look, I've finally married someone, I'm in love, I'm not alone.īut marriage has some struggles of its own.Īnd that creates a problem 'cause if I go and put that in my lyrics then my wife will be the first person to hear it. These are the things that I think when I've had two bottles of red wine to drink,Īnd I hope another dream don't have to fall short, just lounging in my basketball shorts.
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