Shlohmo - Just Us lyrics

I swear to goodness I have no fear of failure A&E will always hold my place as a commercial whaler Every mistake I've ever made has had a certain inexplicable beauty You overachievers could never replace I'm not sorry that I failed you And I'll unabashedly crawl back under the rock that I hail to I waste a lot of time perusing Wikipedia entries Locating algorithms that'll make me famous like Fonzworth Bentley I don't want to wear technicolor bowties And I'm sure you could surmise I'm not the type to ghost ride I was the kid memorizing danger mouse in my tree house A mansion is a house with plenty of couch space for all my friends Real brothers don't care if you're an hour late to make amends I'm out and about tending to my fruit garden While you go to Club Sexytime attempting to make your liver harden My favorite mug smells like bergamot tea leaves And I find myself dosing off in a heaven of acai trees Waking up to a feast of sandpears and apricots Avoiding higher institutions with man-bears for mascots I'll boycott this fanfare, to kick rocks and stand there In dirty birkenstocks, I'll return to hip hop when the jerkin' stops I'm pointing fingers at the flatulence of pop music When I played Diablo II I always picked the Druid I'm rolling with a team of better men Rockin' all black, leather lettermens Who call themselves the Whethermen Arbitrarily call myself, "The Greatest Rapper Alive" Without ever consulting any of you other rhyming guys Should the person who helped you find your confidence ever vanish Before you can thank them, in the intricate ways that you had planned it You'll feel wretched-- and terribly selfish I just hope that he can understand I just hope that he can understand Every night before I fall asleep I think of where my brother went How something so real can just disappear, I must be too f**ing dense I'm struggling with why I didn't make it a point to come and see you Staring at your picture in my phone, I can't be prompted to delete you Every night trying to convince myself these shortcomings are worth nothing Where ever you are, my brother, I hope you rest your weary shoulders There's a lot more to Rob Espinosa than newspaper clippings in a folder Kurt Vonnegut writes off d**h with a, "So it goes." I guess that's the primary difference between a poet and writer of prose I'm not trying to compress your existence into nicely wrapped tidbits That'd be an insult to your memory as well as metaphysics This is beyond my f**ing limits This is beyond my f**ing limits You don't want me to pull memories from way back Cos you ain't got the necessary jiggawatts in that Maybach You don't want me to pull memories from way back Cos you ain't got the necessary jiggawatts in that Maybach You don't want me to pull memories from way back Cos you ain't got the necessary jiggawatts in that Maybach The english language dictates we speak of you in past tense Can you cross the river styx with a mere half pence? I don't know the answers I only know the dances When your facebook becomes your memorial page And I swear I cry when I look through the pictorial display