Alex Unknown - Feral Lyrics

What's he doing, he's a square, he's a square
Where's he going, why's he there, why's he there
This ain't a movie, no premiere, no premiere
Get him back in line, we smell his fear, smell his fear

Mood's changing faster than method actors
Try hard but I've never been much of a singer
I'll make the mold fit if I have to
These are the best years of my life

Go and try that, go and try that,
50 on a bet he's all talk and no game
Got no aim, got no name
Chained to the sink, he's a freak for it

I'm in the kitchen, I'm on the drink
I'm on the island, I'm on the sink
Who am I kidding, I'm on some fiction
Make it happen little one have some conviction
You're indestructible, ready like a launchable
Just as irresistible, dare say irreplaceable
Never been a missable, doubt is inadmissible
You're a king, you're the man

(Young) So why's it feel like I'll die alone
(Young) so why's it feel like life is overblown
(Young) So why've I been thinking of my memory
Unmade in what's to be, to be another
(Unknown) Thirst rising faster than the tides
(Known) Have my drink ready when I arrive
(Young) Thought I was above that beast that makes a play for everyone
(Unknown) Fear guide me to the light

Okay, on second thought
I'm 'boutta spill my guts
Not talking liquid
I'm talking 'bout - wait hold up

Okay on second thought, I'm boutta spill my guts
Not talkin' liquid I'm talkin' 'bout wait, hold up

Okay on second thought, I'm 'boutta spill my guts
I'm insecure as f*ck, I don't know what I want
I wanna live it up, I wanna, I wanna
Make peace with my reflection
Kill the urge for correction
Kill the need for projection
Kill the id and be perfect

This is my victory lap, watch the relapse
I don't relax, if I'm working it's till I collapse
Grindin' my ass
Till there's nothing but the hip bone, harder than flintstones
Skipping pebbles into pools of Jack Daniels
No Spidey senses guiding me, Solo cups ain't pokeballs
Runescape didn't prepare me for learning how to mix drinks
Three parts corona, two parts gin
One part down the middle of a sweaty face
Little virgin bears the stain on a white shirt
Speakers got the boom, pupils like the moon
Middle of June, does he make two-two

Young animal finds out soon