I don’t wanna talk politics
With the contestants of the suck-your-own-dick championship
I don’t wanna talk about my feelings
With the descendants of nazi psychologists
I wanna pull off of I-70, just you and me
I wanna see how this baby handles the water
I wanna know what it means to be free
Drive on the median, open up the doors
I won’t let these laws control me anymore
It might be hard to tell but as told before
Everything will stay the same
When the apocalypse hits Baltimore
I don’t wanna vote for the mayor
Who wants to fund the world’s first kid-friendly death squad
I want a house, I want insurance
Wanna undo all of my wrongs
But until then I’ll…
Drive on the median, open up the doors
I won’t let these laws control me anymore
It might be hard to tell but as told before
We’ll all be better off
When the apocalypse hits Baltimore
No more police state
No more culture war
The people will finally be safe
In the post-apocalyptic Baltimore
Drive on the median, open up the doors
Drive on the median, open up the doors
Drive on the median, open up the doors
Drive on the median, open up the doors
Drive on the median, open up the doors
Drive on the median, open up the doors
Drive on the median, open up the doors
Drive on the median, open up the doors
Drive on the median, open up the doors
Drive on the median, open up the doors
By the time the waters rise up and take
The houses from the wealthy in Palos Verdes
The residents will have blocked all their adrenaline
And when the governor cracks down on all the unrest
Disappearing people at the weekend protest
City council will refute the comparison
And when the fires once again rip through the Palisades
The bodies will burn but the minds will feel safe
Because Los Angelites are taking their medicine
Benzos for your work day, cocktails at night
Guided meditation, now everything is fine
They feel the heat down in Houston
They moved the beach back at the Outer Banks
They’re drinking white wine in Malibu
Los Angeles is gonna see how much they can take
Los Angeles is gonna medicate
They feel the heat down in Houston
They moved the beach back at the Outer Banks
They’re drinking white wine in Malibu
Los Angeles is gonna see how much they can take
Los Angeles is gonna medicate
Los Angeles is gonna seize the day
Los Angeles is gonna look away
I never knew what I wanted
Only knew I would try
To figure out my life’s purpose
And leave my hometown behind
But xanax don’t mix with vodka
And I don’t get better with time
I fell asleep in my makeup
Next to a neon sign
I woke up locally famous
What a bittersweet ride
Invested my wealth in sapphire
But that’s the stupidest buy
I lost at Mario Party
Went to bed early and cried
Ain’t got the weight of the whole world
But just enough to make me wanna die
Peel me back, you might not like what you see
Unzip that, let my liver finally breathe
Take me back to that branch, so flowery
Oh no, I may be dumb but I ain’t weak
Came to at a gay bar
To learn I’d accidentally started a band
Playing music that wasn’t my thing
All to please a new friend
Moved to Berlin
Came back once I got robbed
Posted some videos online
Now it’s my full-time job
How does that feel?
How would you feel?
How does that feel?
Peel me back, you might not like what you see
Unzip that, let my liver finally breathe
Take me back to that branch, so flowery
Oh no, I may be dumb but I ain’t weak