We think we’re in control, but it’s all autopilot baby, there’s no soul.
lyrics
I saw you at the pub yesterday, you were taking a shit, I was gonna say Hi but I didn’t
You made a joke about my house, insulted my mom, i was calm, until I knocked you out
Take a journey with me down memory lane, feel my unreliquished pain, you weren’t even alive yet, you little fucking twit Too bored to be ignored, prices of perishables soared, flanked by an idiot and a moron, i chose to ignore, Al Gore, give me more, give me more, working at dealership is a chore, I’m floored by your obsessiveness of more, more, more
Life gets away from us, a careening bus going to hell
Flagrant abuse, latin’s obtuse, and you fucking smell
Like shit I might add, you’re sad, and that makes me glad
Skinny jeans are a fad, millennials are a drag, and OBD1 is bad
I didn’t choose this life, i never wanted any strife, but what will be will be, including cancer and Hiv
The semester's almost over, the rabbits are eating clover, and all I hear are lawn mowers all day
The hum of everyday gives comfort, that’s when I drink southern comfort, it makes this pain comfortable
We think we’re in control, but it’s all autopilot baby, there’s no soul
I got a hole in my heart from reading Sartre, I fucking hate polls
L’enfer c’est les autres, my ex girlfriend was a goatface, shit
Olives have pits, roses thorns, I just wanna quit
Grew up around Detroit. Lived all around the country and the world. Came back to the D Town. OBD-1 now lives in the sprawling, pothole infested area known as "the Metro Area."
Imagine an extreme Yeezus, Arca, & FKA Twigs collab, as warped, hyperspeed lyrics collide with alien-like trap and hip-hop production. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 9, 2016