Basketball Shorts
Y'know, when you're drunk by youself? Started like this:
These are the things that I think
When I've had a bottle of red wine to drink
And I hope another dream don't have to fall short
Just lounging in my basketball shorts
Look, I've finally married someone I can love, I'm not alone
But marriage has some struggles of its own
And that creates a problem 'cause if I go and put
That in my lyrics then my wife will be the first person to hear it
I married my best friend. I've got the best
Friends and a stack of photos covered in some dust
Particles and some dead skin
Sometimes I think about the baby that I used to be
And how it's all just ultimately leading to my eulogy
You see, life hurts like a bitch sometimes
I mean sometimes, I hate the fuckin' sunshine
So I go get enough wine at one time to hide up
In my confines and unwind while vibin' to some sublime
I just want to take my mind off all this angry fan mail
Accusing me of selling out, telling me I ran stale
I'm getting hurt by people that I'm trying to please
Apparently I need to loan the fucking flying trapeze
I bought another lottery ticket tonight and out the six
Numbers I picked not one single digit was right
But life's been so stressful for me lately I'll be honest
The last thing I need is a hundred million dollars
These are the things that I think when I've had
Two bottles of red wine to drink
And I hope another dream don't have to fall short
Just lounging in my jayhawks basketball shorts
These days my dad is my friend
I mean last night we had martinis with gin and
He told me that he thinks beyonce is a 9.5- maybe a 10
And she has really pretty skin, and I smiled
I like smiling. I like fantasizing about the day
I'm gonna own my own island
I like fantasizing about the day that this anxiety
Won't constantly be turning all my skies gray
Over-analytical, constantly self-critical, I don't need
Three wishes, just one: Make me invisible
'Cause I remember days I'd get on stage to a crowd of twelve
People and only seven of 'em paid
Rich kids with college degrees coming up and saying
"Fuck fame and money. Never follow 'em please
I love your music, I downloaded all of it free
Why would you care? You're a rap star, your profit is deep."
Jeezus, life hurts like a bitch but sometimes I love it
Seriously, sometimes I look at my life and straight love it
But only on the days I close my eyes and say... Fuck it! (fuck it!)
These are the things that I think when I've had
Two bottles of red wine to drink
And I hope another dream don't have to fall short
Just lounging in my jayhawks basketball shorts
And I'm hoping for and I'm hoping for tomorrow
Cause paradise is found in a bottle, paradise is found in a bottle, yes it is
And I'm hoping for and I'm hoping for tomorrow
Cause paradise is found in a bottle
Paradise is found in a bottle, yes it is
Look man, I'm just trying to find a pot of gold
I fear the day that people say my heart has gotten cold
Spine broken, hurt by pressure
I've been called worse by better
However,
There's dark purple stains on my cracked lips
My wine glass is empty, I just took my last sip
I'm afflicted by disease when I drink
When I'm drunk all this pumpkings are the things that I think
In my basketball shorts
Shorts de Baloncesto
Estas son las cosas en las que pienso
Cuando he tomado una botella de vino tinto
Y espero que otro sueño no tenga que quedarse corto
Simplemente relajado en mis shorts de baloncesto
Mira, finalmente me casé con alguien a quien puedo amar, no estoy solo
Pero el matrimonio tiene sus propias luchas
Y eso crea un problema porque si pongo
Eso en mis letras, entonces mi esposa será la primera en escucharlo
Me casé con mi mejor amigo. Tengo los mejores
Amigos y una pila de fotos cubiertas de polvo
Partículas y algo de piel muerta
A veces pienso en el bebé que solía ser
Y cómo todo esto finalmente lleva a mi epitafio
Ves, la vida duele como una perra a veces
Quiero decir, a veces odio el maldito sol
Así que consigo suficiente vino de una vez para esconderme
En mis confines y relajarme mientras vibro con algo sublime
Solo quiero sacar mi mente de todo este correo de fans enojados
Acusándome de venderme, diciéndome que me he vuelto obsoleto
Me lastiman las personas a las que intento complacer
Aparentemente necesito prestar el maldito trapecio volador
Compré otro boleto de lotería esta noche y de los seis
Números que elegí, ninguno fue correcto
Pero la vida ha sido tan estresante para mí últimamente, seré honesto
Lo último que necesito es cien millones de dólares
Estas son las cosas en las que pienso cuando he tomado
Dos botellas de vino tinto
Y espero que otro sueño no tenga que quedarse corto
Simplemente relajado en mis shorts de baloncesto de jayhawks
Hoy en día mi papá es mi amigo
Quiero decir, anoche tomamos martinis con ginebra y
Me dijo que piensa que Beyoncé es un 9.5, tal vez un 10
Y que tiene una piel realmente bonita, y sonreí
Me gusta sonreír. Me gusta fantasear con el día
En que voy a tener mi propia isla
Me gusta fantasear con el día en que esta ansiedad
No esté constantemente volviendo todos mis cielos grises
Sobreanalítico, constantemente autocrítico, no necesito
Tres deseos, solo uno: Hazme invisible
Porque recuerdo los días en los que subía al escenario frente a una multitud de doce
Personas y solo siete de ellas pagaban
Niños ricos con títulos universitarios que venían y decían