Nic Hanson Aglaura Lyrics

Anything I say is cliché
You've already defined you in each way
Fixed like a rock underneath clay
You don't know you changing each day
Yeah you change but don't know when you do it
Yeah you're fluent
But no word for fluid
No metaphors in your language
That's why you be trapped in anguish

Remember we used to run up in the market
Now everybody be shopping at target
Often, I think I lost it
Like I been leaning but I don't be coughing
What you been talking about, why you laughing
Eighty percent of the check at the dolphin Twenty percent of the rent I be washing
Pink polo like I'm golfing

I put a career in a coffin
Ship it to the morgue like a mortician
I put a jawn in the dog position
And put a Hong Kong wonton in
The microwave, bitch I'm paid
Rise the minimum wage, yea
You can't make the shit I make, no
We don't be doing no give and take, no

I don't talk about you
They'd just always doubt you
I don't talk about you
You don't have the vocabulary