A wobblie stool
is so lame
Everwhere I go to drink or eat
a wobblie stool always the same
infact I look way more drunk because of this **** chair.
I try to kick my foot up to stop it
Try switchin stools
Try to put a box of matches underneathe it.
nothing works
it all boils down
To me not being heavy enough to way it down.

I see you with your new man
I see how he doesn't ******* right
cuz your walkin right
and not bowl legged
cuz I gave you Swayze roadhouse ****
and hes given you fresh prince
understand I ate that *****
put a finger in your *** and ****
he gets a handy and blows his nut
You know I'm in that ***** the whole night
have you cash in sick days

I'm back
baby momma still asking for fresh diapers
but I'm asking for last months rent

greasy hands
and rusty tools
bolts and shop rags
that dry my tough skin
i see the clock tick down
as me and my brother work away
the money makes us patient
because our time awaits
sick back crack the tall tops
and shots bring back the days when we sat on bar stools and talked ****
but when the magazine cover cops our last names
we will be sittin in the shade and our dickies are in the dryer waiting to be folded
creased and soon we will be pampered on
and we will sit back and smoke cigs and talk about the days when we talked about gettin rich
now were rich and talking about what we will do next
paychecks are old news
the new girls are old news
and the old news are our new stories
just sittin and listenin to wu tang
and sparkin up mexican bluegrass
and not cashin in our g pass
flippin pages
flippin pages

i see the vine
and pick each grape
feel the juice in between my toes
i watch the vine slowly grow
and see it die each winter
but i know spring is near
and ill be back out on the fields
watching my babies blossum
and ill pick each grape
and turn into yuppie juice
and poor mans fluids
that will sooth the tummies
and make good conversations that  my feet made

if I was to see my soul
off rambling around
I'd catch it and keep it safe in my hand
like a monarch butterfly
I'd let it rest it my palms

Id **** to go back home
where my bedroom still looks the same
where my mom takes my ***** laundry away to be cleaned
but my ***** laundry piles up now
and I wanna go home
where my laundry doesnt sit in the corner for me to look at