Twenty four is pretty old to be the new guy, I'm the second grader can't get his own shoes tied. Jonathan Taylor Thomas growing into Tool Time, I'm in New Haven with some friends who got Fullbrights. I'm a cool guy, not. I used to be, not. I'll be here all night so get used to me. I'm a sad clown, I'm a happy poet,  I'm seamus heaney, I'm Sandy Cohen. I'm so defensive but I'm digging deep, Wishing I was twenty my friends were pretend into me. Wanna play the sax, put down the ducky. Wanna be a rapper? Grant, stop sucking. Feeling all sideways, George just lucky, how'd I get daffy when I wanna be plucky? And I'm so elite, then, there's nobody above me, but i'm just daydreaming head in the clouds when the foxhole's ugly. A pox on both your houses, that's a misquote, I went to the docks to watch my ship come in and missed the boat

Look ma, no manos, you lead I follow
You only live once, that's the motto - not it's not
Locked in my bedroom getting caught up with all the aughts
Party in my headroom, nostalgia mardi gras
Time clocks me in the face, G-shock to Movado
2002 blasting Locale in Novato
Playing AFI on the way up to Lake Tahoe
Always blame our parents, getting angry at Tate Donovan
I'm an old man, all these fucking kids don't understand, see
I Put in a lot of trouble trying not to seem befuddled
But I gotta keep it clean because I grew up in a bubble
so I'm watching teen soaps 'cause I don't know how to cope
Between keeping it realistic and sticking to blind hope
And I waffle back and forth, whipped cream, Leslie Knope
This thing's not worth it, call it all joke

How many albums does it take to make me relevant 
I do this periodically but I'm out of my element
Rapping all ad hoc like I be on my Thomas Keller shit
Air my dirty laundry but it never helps anything
Now it's getting nasty watching me battle me
Call me Tim Kasher, I'm the rap game's Saddle Creek
Haven't put out an album of value in about a week
Pat yourself on the back if you doubted me
Blast from past from back when Grant was a bummer
Livejournal emo teen but aging'll do a number
I'm listening to death cab, watching seth and summer
Kind of missing back when I could put my problems all on W
 Don't mean to trouble you but beg your pardon
It's getting late in the game, but my day is just starting
Eat your cereal, that's my face on the carton
I'm okay but any promise disappeared with mischa barton