Sour Grapes

Lyrics

These sour grapes are real grapes of wrath
Could split the landmass in half
Too many sugar crystals in the grass
Easier to tread through
Sinking sand with molasses
Than a landmass of cracked earth
Where sand meets the sea and the sand leaves the dirt

I've got so many plans that will work
And a grip of other ones that I need to have worked on
Dope spot, super spacey and nice
Dope socks, they could probably save your life
One way or another
I been thinking of some ways to make some smothered
Potatoes in butter and onions

Getting high, low-tide slow-riding a Hummer
Fell asleep on the beach in the heat of the summer
Might not have a sweater but I always have my thumb in
A couple different pies and some new shit that's humming
The drum of my brain's like
Hot-damn

Tupac, The Rain Man
Slow mo, mo-slowing, rain dance
Waving my arms
I can say some magic words
But I bet that would take away the chance
To lose it and find it again

I just want the ground to dry out so I can plant
A seed and grow a tree and a bush and a fern
I'm so sick of waiting
It's my turn

Fuck that
Why they hate me so much?
Could it be the gum under my tongue
Or the dick that I keep in my lunch?
We could never be close
If you don't do drugs
I only do them on the weekend

Said me, never
I guess I say a lot of dumb shit
My mouth gets ahead of me sometimes
I wonder if there's ever gonna be a time
I can get these thoughts out of my head
When I want to, oh

These sour grapes could power me
I ate one once, and my sour mouth
Got all the powers of a black hole
So you can see how they could sour a relationship
Even if you eat them slow
In fact, the slower you eat them

The faster the deterioration
The faster the train of thought
The more exhilarating the ride
What I'm saying is, one sour grape at a time
Is not the way to go
For real, for real
For real