Chris Labial - Young America lyrics

(Verse 1) I'm at a stalemate, stand still, metal on the anvil Beat the brat hard, make him humble or his dad will In the zone on Advil, two Stellas down the hatch Postpone my relapse till the rework next patch And I'm gone like my mom at the Dragon Hill Lodge Gone like Natasha when I give her a ma**age And I'm gone like me when I'm dodging calls from Raj And/Or any obligation from the likes of men or God Habits grown on Seepersaud, and boy, it's super sad to see Mini, goddess of nothing, always probing my dad Is there a best I've ever had for the have-nots? Can we not talk? Since we don't play the same game, 'cept for growing pains and street pot f** Hitler, I am Pol Pot, keep me up in Fort Knox All men, same island, I'mma tip 'em like they Montauk Underground asylum, it's a jackpot, subculture C-Sectioned, God-tier, Grunge Rock, smash clocks No time, give me back my childhood, kindly If you wish to screw me over, don't you dare do it smiling Dialing, numbers to the parents, Johnny's Trap track is too loud, fingers Chinese High knees, high knees, never let your guard down Don't forget to thank and please, or they'll take your dog to the Pound, how's that sound, Johnny boy? Will you listen? Will you give me satisfaction? Will you love me just a fraction? In that moment, I'd felt a way I never had before No discussion or anything of the sort A combination of shame, pain, disgrace As I plunged my whole length in the hole beneath her waist Are we right? Are we alright? Staying up all night Watching screens, masturbation, television trash talking Through a server in Chicago to a teenager in Austin Lost in translation with a whole f**ing nation (Respite) Can you see me now? When the clouds cast upon the sky? No sun to contest with, man has no ethics Stand on high horses with a twenty foot ladder Jeff Hardy swantoning on someone else's brother Am I my brother's keeper? Should I know where he stands? Or how low he may lay? What his strokes with a pen say? I don't know (Verse 2) Then Traci said, "Great," and I'm thinking Alexander My heart is blacker than Panthers, chasing answers with my antlers Charging head on, whether cavalry follows I'dda f**, s**, and swallow till my body lays hollow If it'd mean I'd made it, though my mother'd hate it But Ma, I'm satiated, in a way I'm on my best behavior I just wanna be happy, don't you want it too? So I can be strong, hold both me and you I wouldn't say life's a thing to think it through, but roll with a pin into Submission like my pizza do, whiskin wind with my open Hand, brisk Winter walks with a desert tan Dry air, rich land, poor humor, wet sand Fabricated stories out of Vietnam, slower jams Speeding up the heart rate like lingerie can All men, same island off the coast of Boracay in Phila-Pi, life's a circle, make a choice to settle in Current's strong when the fin's right, loose when the beat's Tight, magic, might, Palestine, existential fight Battle of the mind and astrological signs How do you judge a child if he's never been left behind? And eight of our nine shots tasted sour Lush smelled of Bowery Ballroom, the rush I get from all whom Dance their a**es off like they're cartoons, don't make it your Agenda, start lacking character when your life is legal tender (Reprisal) I enter, a zone for the beginners Soldiering the Winter on SPAM and chicken gizzards I wanna hold your hand when you blow me And hear you say, "You owe me," after dressing down accordingly Finger's twitching steadily after double shot espresso into Single shot Tequila into Balcony pipe hits with Tylexandra Bieler into Sweet potato chips I've been slicing with a mandoline All this depression I've been handelin' with Dr. Barbara Moore from Queens College Counseling My middle finger's in the air when I'm Staring down reflections in the mirror not familiar Inferiority complex when I'm Pushing weight on Cybex machines after spotting Zipper Gooch on a bench press, Ate's at a Gold's Gym Squat rack, texting back between sets, "You got this."