Tom Sawyer - Red Solo Cups

This beat sounds like I'm dead, so I'm out of life
What is there to do instead, in this afterlife?
Guess I'll head upstairs, I guess I'm going up
Looks like there's a friendly affair with red solo.....
I see my dead grandpa, damn, it's been a while
I'm told he drank 'til his death, copping cigarettes
I see they're right, because there's one tucked between his smile
I'm told he talked with a temper, smacking cabinets
I see ___ from high school, up from my tennis team
He hung himself a few years ago, post-degree
After school, we were hitting green and smoking weed
It was something we didn't see, at least he rests in peace
I run into my bro, wasn't expecting that
Said it was a rock in a quarry dive, Titanic scene
A cliff jumper, a skydiver, a risky track
My mothers nightmare, I share her anxiety
Needed to piss, so I walked away from my drinking team
I see my dog, Willis, eating comfortably
I try to get his attention, but he just looks at me
I remember digging his hole, behind some shrubbery
This beat sounds like I'm dead, so I'm outta life
What is there to do instead, in this afterlife?
Guess I'll head upstairs, guess I'm going up
Looks like there's a friendly affair with red solo cups
…with red solo cups
…with red solo cups
…solo cups
Looks like there's a friendly affair
Back together with old friends, time to reminisce
Chat with whoever will listen, and add some biases
Act herculaic, they saved Jesus from crucifix
I pay attention, but that's not how I remember it
So, I'm tuning out, and I'm thinking about this summer camp
12 years, I count, we traveled out to the Amish land
Looking sound, 'til my parents dipped, started panicking
Time management, betrayal was feeling Anakin
Shut up, Saw, you never had it like your parents did
Don't address, nor express it, it's embarrassing
Just keep drinking and try to forget what your uncle did
Turn on the TV whenever you hear your mom get hit
And don't compare to these new kids, no comparison
He picked the safe, your classmate is a terrorist
Hit the art room, got brain matter from your ceramic friend
Thoughts and prayers because banning guns is un-American
How the fuck did I die? It doesn't matter now
Guess the best we can do is drink ourselves to life
Point our drinks to the moon and take a bow
Wish I didn't ask many questions when I was alive
Shit, when I was alive
When I was alive
Wish I didn't ask many questions…

Written by:
Sawyer Boyd

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