Fresh as a worm in the bread
Fresh as a worm in the bread
There’s a worm in my bottle of tequila
Now mama says that I’m dead
Fresh as a worm in the bread
Fresh as a worm in my head
There’s a worm in my bottle of Cambucha
Mama says that I’m dead
Dead, what a big word
For such a little kid
Yeah you got big nerves
But all it takes is a little pinch
You turn throw the pitch
I swing, learn to miss
Forgive me for singing out a tune
And striving for something I’ll prolly never hear
But I will never loose no,
Cause I run the race in someone else’s shoes slow
I like feel new, and if you don’t like me
I’m probably not for you
I like feel new, and if you don’t like me
I’m probably not for you, oh
I like feel new, and if you don’t like me
Fuck you!
And I don’t got much but I got good friends
Food in the fridge and a cozy bed
Yeah your intelligence is free,
But your development so rested
And you’re flying,
You look so happy dying
Man you got the whole family crying
Spend the last round town like a dandy lion
Say go, go get them tiger
Trying to smell your roses
But I’m so sick and tired
I should probably building my machine
But I’m too busy tryna figure out who clipped the wires
Oh the reason that I do this
To help a few people get re-inspired
Fresh, not to proove that I’m higher
No sticks and stones at field to my fire
Fresh as a worm in the bread
Fresh as a worm in the bread
There’s a worm in my bottle of tequila
Now mama says that I’m dead
Fresh as a worm in the bread
Fresh as a worm in my head
There’s a worm in my bottle of Cambucha
Mama says that I’m dead
That fresh is the worm in the bread
Fresh is the worm in my head
There’s a worm in my bottle of Cambucha
And mama says that I’m dead
Young boy, you act like you own the world
You don’t even know how to know the world
You tryna shape and mold the world
But you too afraid to get close and hold the world
And so you sold the world
Yeah you sold a world for a poster girl
And now you cold with chills
But the poster girl you bought holds the pills
And I work so hard to make the ends meet
Started up a chicken from the town eats red meet
And a shrink I don’t need,
I know that I make art to change the way the people think
Another odd, and I can relate
You’re so wise when you’re awake
I wake up early and go to bed late
Fly like a birdie and lie like a snake
And to act so hard trying to act like the sweetheart
Till you get close enough to pick up the teeth marks
Mom says be smart, get as deep as you can get
Until you can’t depart
Hey, I gotta depart
You got time to shine
And it will be dark
I wonder what we’ll find alive inside
Fresh as a worm in the bread
Fresh as a worm in the bread
There’s a worm in my bottle of tequila
Now mama says that I’m dead
Fresh as a worm in the bread
Fresh as a worm in my head
There’s a worm in my bottle of Cambucha
Mama says that I’m dead.