the Carnival

How was that, is that good?

Yep, yep

I'm a ne'er-do-well

Riding backwards on a carousel

Laughin' but I'm scared as hell

Maybe it's the Seroquel

Maybe it's my parents still

I'm drawing all these parallels

Or maybe I could see it if jumped off of this Ferris wheel

I'm comin' for your funnel cake chubby boy

'Cause I was hustlin' when everyone was unemployed

My life's a rollercoaster but I still feel under-joyed

Will I make it 'til I'm 40 you can flip a coin

'Til then I'm bobbin' and I'm weaving

Through the derelicts and demons

And to me the industry feels like a carnival of heathens

A bizarre kind of feeling

Being starving while I'm eating

But fuck your cotton candy, I'm from Cleveland

I navigate what I perceive as a maze

I make a meal in hell's kitchen on the darkest of days

Although it makes a big difference when you're not on cocaine

I'm still skipping to the circus with a pocket of change

Hmm, I get up, so I wouldn't get sucked down

Ya goin' full clown to get out the underground

It's a cool sound when you're being self now

Talkin' 'bout

Get down, get down, get down, get down

At the carnival

Get down, get down, get down, get down (gotta play the game)

I got real high so now I get real low

I can't stand the smell of the chemicals

It gets real hard when I'm in the steelyard

Got a good feeling we in the margin

I feel strong that it won't be long

I feel strong that we on the come up

I feel strong that we got that somethin'

Got that somethin'

Got that somethin'