ft. Sergeant Spin, Hooligan, Peter the Whaler, and Sir Spectacle

It was September the first… or second
I don’t remember but it was full of life lessons
Hopped right out of bed to find my goldfish had died
And to also find out that my father had lied
To me about stayin around for ever and ever
Any type of storm and any type of weather
But whether or not it was up to me to keep him
I just had to cope now and try to find the meaning
Of life, or whatever we call it
Pursuit of happiness, more like pursuit of quickest death
Cause right now, I can’t see 10 steps before me
But so are we, metaphorically, diving into the sea
Of dreams of being someone you can lean on
Lean on or pee on,
I’m just sad my mom still calls me leon

All y'all posers think that you know us
Walk a mile in our penny loafers
They say you can't judge a book by the cover
The smile I put on don't mean I don't suffer

It was a cold day, a brisk December morning
No Sun rays- Just tears and mournin
Among the cloudy skies, the rain kept pourin’
That day was anything but borin’
No old man snoring, the kid was asleep but
In a land that was foreign swept off his feet
As a child to a different place, Tears streamed down his face
Disgraced, All that he could taste was fear
Bold and crippling,
Tripling his chances of survival he ran out on the street and let out a shout
If anyone can hear me will you please help me out!
Realized he was now in a desert kind of land,
Misstepped and was buried alive in violent quick sand
Kidnapped, and now stuck from his head to his knee
But little did you know, that kid was me

All y'all posers think that you know us
Walk a mile in our penny loafers
They say you can't judge a book by the cover
The smile I put on don't mean I don't suffer

I spilled my latte on my prada bag
Man that makes me mad
So I went and wiped it up, and threw away the cup
Of a carmel macchiato with just a hint of cream
I’m so pissed I just threw away the bag of my dream
I chipped a nail, didn’t have any mail, and there was no wind for the sail
Of my yacht that I was hoping to get out, but to no avail
Maybe an oatmeal soak could revive me,
How about a cucumber mask,
Then a mani and a pedi
But the lady didn’t speak Engrish, so she couldn’t understand
I pointed up, said those to some poorly french tipped hand
My french tip turned out looking like my fingers were dipped
Into some whiteout and then rubbed with a q-tip
Got in my 2013 Escalade that i got today
Surround sound and plush seats made out of suede,
That heat up when it’s too cold outside
And drove on back to my house and my pathetic life.

All y'all posers think that you know us
Walk a mile in our penny loafers
They say you can't judge a book by the cover
The smile I put on don't mean I don't suffer