Waldo Songtext
von Scoochie Boochie
Waldo Songtext
Everybody wanna know "Where′s Waldo?"
But nobody ever asks "How's Waldo?"
They say that there′s light at the end
But the only one I see is on this Malboro
Nights of cigarettes and regret
Blood on my hands, that's why the sweater is red
I said nothing, I meant what I said
Got a cane cause the mob came and messed up my leg
Ache awake at night, nothing doesn't hurt
Ain′t afraid to die, nothing doesn′t hurt
They think I'm just a funny shirt
Searching for the patterns of what matters on this earth
That′s why I can't spend time in one place
The real disguise is the smile on my face
They′re watching me from really long range
Wipe away these tears with my weirdly long bangs
Long days, smoking Camels in the haze
Used to rip them by the pack
Now I get them by the case
They don't see me just the beanie
Couldn′t recognize my face
White stripes on my sweater
I also don't have a base
They know I'm the best at hiding
But I can′t hide from things I′ve felt
How are they supposed to find me?
I can't even find myself
Just because I′m sad doesn't mean that I don′t get it in
I secure the bag just by showing up and fitting in
More than just a citizen in the midst
I take up my station and the payment making dividends
Where is Waldo?
In your bitch
Waldon't fuck with me
This ain′t candy, but this cane can fuck up your teeth
Look at my eyes, bitch
I I have been up for weeks
I'll make your ass disappear like I had done with me
Name somebody else who's famous just for blending in
They′re sleeping on my beauty like Maleficent
Fiending for the red like pseudofedrine
A daily dose of pussy, that′s my medicine
All this ass is fogging up my glasses
And she has this stellar chest
Asked if I would spank her, not a banker, but I teller her yes
Smoking on this gas, it has me feeling Helen Keller-esque
I can't see and I can′t speak
I just know something's hella wet
But nobody ever asks "How's Waldo?"
They say that there′s light at the end
But the only one I see is on this Malboro
Nights of cigarettes and regret
Blood on my hands, that's why the sweater is red
I said nothing, I meant what I said
Got a cane cause the mob came and messed up my leg
Ache awake at night, nothing doesn't hurt
Ain′t afraid to die, nothing doesn′t hurt
They think I'm just a funny shirt
Searching for the patterns of what matters on this earth
That′s why I can't spend time in one place
The real disguise is the smile on my face
They′re watching me from really long range
Wipe away these tears with my weirdly long bangs
Long days, smoking Camels in the haze
Used to rip them by the pack
Now I get them by the case
They don't see me just the beanie
Couldn′t recognize my face
White stripes on my sweater
I also don't have a base
They know I'm the best at hiding
But I can′t hide from things I′ve felt
How are they supposed to find me?
I can't even find myself
Just because I′m sad doesn't mean that I don′t get it in
I secure the bag just by showing up and fitting in
More than just a citizen in the midst
I take up my station and the payment making dividends
Where is Waldo?
In your bitch
Waldon't fuck with me
This ain′t candy, but this cane can fuck up your teeth
Look at my eyes, bitch
I I have been up for weeks
I'll make your ass disappear like I had done with me
Name somebody else who's famous just for blending in
They′re sleeping on my beauty like Maleficent
Fiending for the red like pseudofedrine
A daily dose of pussy, that′s my medicine
All this ass is fogging up my glasses
And she has this stellar chest
Asked if I would spank her, not a banker, but I teller her yes
Smoking on this gas, it has me feeling Helen Keller-esque
I can't see and I can′t speak
I just know something's hella wet
Writer(s): Dylan Carey, Michael Ribbens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

