Scottie - Troy lyrics

Parking in the Emerson Street lot is A lot like finding Waldo, not Ralph but Myself Abel to k** for self reliance But I'm going to make the turn on Homer Avenue, prime time's up for Groening About the suburban condition, premonition Here in the city of tall pines, palm confines Ivory Farm Cla**ics, startup cla**es Lululemon clad-a**es, Apple, Pinkberry Forbidden fruition of the evangelical ma**es Megachurches with free parking for the nouveaux Riche offers, exit strategies taking longer than Godot And me, I'm aching like an ancient Achaean To offer contrition and surrender my ammunition: A one horsepower whip, my stallion Epic acquisition, no stalemate like Stalin No Quagmire, Trojans broken, story finished like Rowling