Sam Bekt - Seasonal Lyrics

I'm not even an artist
I'm just clothes in a closet
Take me out like the garbage
So I won't have any problems
Rip me off like a bandaid
Stand me up on a first date
Gettin sick on a Thursday
I wasn't even gonna go out anyway

Yeah

Tie my hand to the bedpost
Parkey doink off the goal post
I'm the pope this a sermon
Flap my tongue like a Serpeant
Blah blah blah like a tongue twist
Someone crack me a Sunkist
Someone turn up the volume
Someone change outta costume
This shit took me all summer
I am still just a drummer

Till our love has gone
Or till my time has come
I will be your rising sun