Blockhead - This Is How The Story Goes lyrics

And this is (*repeated*) (And this is how the story goes) Sometimes I focus vision on the floater (what's that?) But rarely will I do it when I'm sober (you're always drunk) I like how her hair holds her shoulders (she's cute) And maybe if I stare she'll come closer (ayo come here) If I work my words right she'll stay over (yo what's your name) Spend the night and tightly I will hold her (give her a squeeze) Love is like a game of draw poker (you're always losing) And me, I'm sitting on a handful of jokers I heard she used to mess with Andy Broker (who's that?) But now he acts like he don't even know her "Go to hell" yeah that's what he told her Switched her self-esteem in-between his molars Now she wants to take a bath with the toaster Bad experience makes the soul older I wish she would chill and take it slower And try to climb off of this roller-coaster Girl let me use my key to start you motor I'm good energy powered by sober You be the water and I'll be the boulder You want a fresh style let me show you This is And this is And this is how the And this is And this is And this is And this is how the An-and this is how the story goes He used to play for the San Diego Chargers (defense) Time pa**es and the alcohol gets harder Daydreaming, wishing that he was a farmer Pa**ing out on the couch in front of Bob Barker (come on down) She knew that he would never try to harm her (hell naw) Used his money to open a beauty parlor (yo you want a manicure?) Her math sk**s get a little sharper (two plus two) And his beer-gut got a lot larger (know what I mean?) He used to be a strong self-starter (yeah) Confident in his own mind of martyr (yeah) But gone are the days of Jimmy Carter (yeah, yeah) And now all he does it sit around and sniff markers (hell yeah) This month her hair's a little darker While his keeps creeping back a little farther And as she reads the editorials and harpers He's thinking about what he lost in the garden Seems to have misplaced his weaponry and armor Feels like a fish out of water, drowning in the tartar Man life is like trying to light a sparker He'd move away from this city if he was smarter And this is An-and and this is how the An-and and this is An-an-and this is how the An-and this is how the An-an-and this is how the And this is how the story goes My number's universal but my name's Irish (Sean Daley) And I'm a donor according to my driver's license (need a kidney?) I would settle for the title of co-pilot Cause I'm just trying to hold it all together like a hyphen Could you point me to the closest fire hydrant? (you're a dog) There's a growing opercula behind my eyelids (whattt) It's not even like I'm attempting to fight it Instead I've been standing here trying to cover my privates The water feels good you should drive in (come on get in, get in) Swim around and ignore the danger sirens (forget it) Come and join my regime of pirates (swashbuckler) While we pulsate into the artery of silence (ssshhh) You can live with us on a hidden island We eat and live off of berries and bison And on the weekends we'll take the kids to the drive-in So we can teach them all about s** and violence You lack the minerals, the vitamins as well as proper guidance The magazines lie and the gasoline's been siphoned Who here's in charge of the hiring and firing? Y'all must not know I haven't died yet And I still pa** my time writing rhymes I still pa** my time writing rhymes (*repeated*) (And this is how the story goes...)