10th Ave.

Woke up, everything was going right till it wasn't
 Clumsy spill my guts, brain works just fine till it doesn't
 What constitutes enough, wanna get my mind straight buzzing
 Life's like extra tough when you don't got time or a husband
 Mostly sober days but I get real baked on occasion
 Breakfast poker raise I'll see your eggs a side of bacon
 Find me on my face, a load of fiction is what I'm taking
 I mean, honestly, would you like me more draped in an apron
 Hauling all my shit down 10th ave in a roller bag
 Following the good times, how can you say no to that
 Taking all my troubles, pack 'em in a soda can
 Caring what some prick thinks, homie I am over that
 My mother says I'm gonna be great someday
 But come to think of it I would rather bide my time and waste away
 Hibernate, wish I believed in God it'd sure be nice to pray
 Suddenly it's my fucking job to bullshit on the mic all day
 And I'm no Kanye Barry Bonds only hits I am making are ones on a bong
 But not for too long, rather be drunk with the meaning of life on the tip of my tongue
 Further than gone, dropped the baton, burning my bra in a pile of chiffon
 Who do I love, well not anyone, take my hot dog on a poppy seed bun
 Frightened 'cause I got a lot of people counting on me
 And I'm talking like an asshole, walking like a zombie
 See I heard a bunch of jokes, but I couldn't find them funny
 Now I'm hanging by a thread of an untied bungee
 Real sunny, well I'm kinda like the opposite of that
 I'm always good, but it'd be nice to have the option to be bad