Recorded in a basement in Brooklyn, NY and in a kitchen in Richmond, VA.
lyrics
Come on Into my home, into my living room, put your feet up on the table
Go on raid my kitchen, poke around, fill yourself on condiments and bread crumbs
You already overstayed your welcome
But my house was never really your home
Why won’t you look at me square in the eyes
Give it to me straight why don’t cha stop beating round the bushes
At least wipe my face when you spoon feed me lies
I’m a big boy I can clean up the mess this time
I’m a big boy I can clean up your mess this time
Don’t worry bout the mud you tracked in, its an un-poetic sort of eulogy
If you want a souvenir please steal all of my grandmas costume jewelry
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