Lyrics

I just chew it real fast and accept the brain pain.My hair looks great but my posture is bent,I spent my last dollar on a scented candle scent.[Pre-Chorus](The game-show synths and rapid handclaps return, climbing up the scale.)GrizzlyJones:I’m a fashion icon in a stained white tee,There is absolutely no one quite like me.Got my sunglasses on even though it’s the night,I’m about to pick a fight with a mosquito in flight!Ezra (Screaming): HE MISSED IT![Chorus](MAXIMUM ENERGY. The horns blare louder, the 808s shake the floor, and a crowd of people starts chanting along in the background.)GrizzlyJones:HEY! I got absolutely nothing to lose!I’m walking down the street in my grandpa's shoes!I can’t pay rent but I’m living the dream,Eating cold pizza while I'm texting your team!Ezra:He's completely broke but he looks so fly!Don't ask him any questions, don't ask him why!GrizzlyJones:If you see me in the club, I’ll be hiding in the back,Putting seven free mints right into my pack![Bridge](The beat flips completely into a hilarious, dramatic operatic trap breakdown. Heavy cathedral bells toll in the background as Grizzly performs a mock-serious emotional rap.)GrizzlyJones (Vocal dripping in heavy autotune, sounding fake-sad):They told me I should grow up... they told me get a job.They said a grown man shouldn't weep and sobWhen the ice cream machine at the drive-thru is broken...But those were the realest words that I’ve ever spoken.(Dramatic pause. A single triangle dings.)Ezra... hit 'em with the ultimate climax.[Guitar Solo / Final Chorus Drop](The out-of-tune recorder from the intro returns, but this time it is layered over a massive, hyper-polished rock-guitar trap beat. It is simultaneously the epicest and silliest sounding thing ever.)GrizzlyJones / Ezra (Screaming the hook in unison with maximum hype):HEY! I got absolutely nothing to lose!I’m walking down the street in my grandpa's shoes!I can’t pay rent but I’m living the dream,Eating cold pizza while I'm texting your team!(Crowd shout: HEY! HEY! HEY!)If you see me in the club, I’ll be hiding in the back,Putting seven free mints right into my pack![Outro](The massive beat cuts out instantly. Just the funky acoustic bassline walks out, slowing down. Grizzly's voice returns to a casual, conversational close-mic.)GrizzlyJones (Sighing, out of breath):Yeah. That’s it.Hey, cashier... you take coupons from 2014?No? Alright.Ezra (Fading robotic voice): Card declined.(A sudden, sharp analog static buzz cuts the track into a funny silence.)

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