[Happy Tooth]
I was gonna write a verse.
(But you’ll fuck it up.)
You might have to find a hearse,
I’ve run amok. (What?)
I’m just a pup,
thunderstruck by an uppercut. (Huh?)
Deep fake me in deep space so perfect it’s covered up.
All the cynics here think the government is lizards dear.
I grew out my wizard beard to meticulously disappear.
I live in fear of things never going my way.
So I wrote a nice verse for the mistakes I’ve made.

(Dug)
every word immaculate
if not, the verse, I’m mad at it
because when I listen back to it
what I hear isn’t accurate
euccchhh
I’m a masochist
but also I’m a pacifist
so when I create something
I start grumbling about what trash it is
there’s some passages
I wish that I could asterisk
I guess that’s always true
but it is not always as bad as this
again
and what’s tragic is
I know that there’s no magic fix
which is because it isn’t broken
I’m hoping

[Blake Ambrose]

Seems like I spent three years on this one thing
Still the fact that anyone listens is hella daunting
Worse is if they know me and really pick apart the meanings
At the grocery store I’m ducking aisles, wishing they hadn’t seen me
Cats out the bag now, and it’s a long way from being done,
But like I told Errol, it’s equidistant from where it begun.
Keeping a hold of it is like riding a greased up barrel of rum
Over the falls through the nebula where the ferris wheel spun

[Claud Six]
I been sitting with this weight of discomfort that’s draped upon my shoulders
Like an overflowing haversack while in the thicket
I been holding onto grudges like the reigns of chariots as they go speeding down
the steepened slope well beyond the limit
I been listening like deer and elk in an open meadows full of fireflies as the twilight twinkles
to the sound of crickets
I been growing like a corpse flower, taking time to bloom, but when I finally do, I guarantee you wouldn’t want to miss it (ay)

[Kurn't Cobain]
I like to think about my growth more than I like to grow
Usually picturing what I might reap, always forget to sow
So, I might have to die with a few regrets
6 broken hearts and 2 bad checks
Afraid of the nothing but that's what's next
Probably say something dumb with my final breath
You ain't gotta love it but that's my mess
Smiles and frowns both feel like stress
Swear to fucking god that I ain't been blessed
If I find heaven's real I won't take no less
I wanna speak to the manager of life and tell them that their company sucks
But that's just Spiderman memeing myself
Fuck it, imma get back to dreaming myself