Oatmeal lyrics

This crusty ass nigga on the couch again He don't do nothing but watch the TV Lookin' like Oscar the Grouch again But I'm scared that in him I can see Me if I don't go out and live out my dreams Fear use confusion, London use hyperbeam This nigga ate my Quaker oats And looked up from his TV show to ask me how my music thing Go, sits on the couch and don't do much We have to turn things around, enough's enough I wanna make it out this town, the rest of our lives go slow motion I wanna make it out this town, the rest of our lives go slow motion I hate that I live with my parents but I'm fuckin' losin' it All my friends are used to it, I am not amused to shit Runnin' on some nudist shit, see if people notice it Wildin' in this parkin' lot, show up on the news at 6 Steppin' from the stages, I got my soda Somebody wanna force it, I got the yoda And the vultures gettin' hungry, I hear 'em comin' If they wanna come and get me, I'll give 'em somethin' Play the synth I wanna make it out this town, the rest of our lives go slow motion I wanna make it out this town, the rest of our lives go slow motion