1. THE IDIOT

Cocksure tall guy walking down the street, got a dog on no leash Birkenstocks on his feet
Talking to an agent, managing his talent, dog sh*t dimwit feeling good repellant
Sunday morning high heels, scooting in the bike lane, grilled cheese waiting when you make it down the beeline,
Off to see your daddy somewhere just too swanky, low cash big bets, oh those weekend regrets.

And I don’t know what I’m talking about
My mama she taught me to scream and shout
And let it all hang out

I’m living next door to the Idiot baby

Bebop full stop forgot to make the key drop
Police car on the sidewalk and they’re buzzing on your doorlock,
White down jacket and he’s sneaking thru the courtyard
Work hard play hard, fry your eggs in white lard

Tall trees lining up an empty street
Hood rats hipster bats, helicopter dry heat
Black leaves, dogshit, workout kings and jog queens
Fake bar advertising fake flavored long drinks

And I don’t know what I’m talking about
My mama she let everything hang out
And I scream and I shout

I’m living next door to the Idiot