Lotta Years Lyrics

The kid that worked down at the local Baskin-Robbins
Got a tattoo of a lipstick print attached above his collar
I watch him relocating pistachio to a waffle
Thinking I had lost the plot if not the passion for the novel

He asked me what I wanted. I ordered something daft
He said he liked the tattoo Alex drew me of the bats. Thanks
I like it too but modestly confess in present company my coloring is not the main event

Look at that neck. The message is immediate the guy F's chicks
I spent a lot of years making friends with cool artists
So when they drew me tattoos I could truly feel important
It's a 22 year old inside a cube of brick and mortar
Got me questioning my morals in a corny pecking order
I should give a shit less
Cherry? No. Whip? Yes

Lotta Years
Uh, Lotta Years

The girl that worked down at the local juice place Got a head full of dread locks down to her waist
I watch her add the spinach to the ginger to the grapes
My hair was underwhelming, my juice was f*cking great

Some lady orders Maca, compliments the locks
She asked how many years it took the girl to grow the crop
"It took a lot of years and then eventually I cut them, kept them, reattach them anytime I want them."

My mind's f*cking blown
Future is amazing, I feel so f*cking old
I bet you clone your pets and ride a hoverboard to work
I used a folding map to find the juice place in the first
These kids are running wild I'm still recovering from church
You should have seen me in the nineties I could ollie up a curb
You should have seen me in the eighties I was bumping New Edition dragging acne into Hades

Lotta Years

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