Este - Rubix Cuban Lyrics

I'm rubix cubing through these days
Eating a reuben sandwich as my favorite Kubrick movie plays
Doodie stains up in my undies
Find my own obituary in the sunday funnies
Paddle through my pond of purpose in some cute onesies
Losing keys cause f*ck my mindfulness
Perusing through some boujie Whole Food aisles
With a blissful kind of wildness
I'm starry-eyed on aisle 6 - my ignorance been piling
I can only ever be mildly disciplined
Treat this pen like syringe - and the blood like ink of squids
Spit dirtier than strep throat - the meryl streep of pen strokes
All because i followed sixth sense down a zen hole
Blame it on my stress though the reason i got blessed prose
Ain't no question Este season these tracks like pesto
Ain't no lesson Este cannot extract from death's hold

I'm laughing like an idiot she still love it
I'm tapping all my energy from all of this nothing
I'm passing out my dread on a plate of good hummus
I'm asking for some solace 'fore my heads on a pumpkin

Her pussy stay wet but it's cause i'm always crying
Motherf*ckers wanna act as if the Earth ain't really dying
And i don't think you get what your words are implying
Este holds his insights about you to him in hiding
I'm f*cked up in the head and i'm one of the good guys
This flower-bed is poisoned i don't think that i bloomed right
It's blue chorduroys - prolifically produce poise
Pour listerine on these boys can't stand that stank they enjoy

I'm rubix cubing with my brain
Wondering the meaning of feeling f*cked since 8th grade
I've been melting in the shade
But it's all just a game - and it's all so transient
I've been squandering my time due to failures of my manliness
But i'm still the nastiest - spitting like a hawked loogie through the room travelling
This guys battling his indolence daily
Atleast im finding inspiration in my sofa-splits lately

I'm laughing like an idiot she still love it
I'm tapping all my energy from all of this nothing
I'm passing out my dread on a plate of good hummus
I'm asking for some solace 'fore my heads on a pumpkin

Her pussy stay wet but it's cause i'm always crying
Motherf*ckers wanna act as if the Earth ain't really dying
And i don't think you get what your words are implying
Este holds his insights about you to him in hiding
I'm f*cked up in the head and i'm one of the good guys
This flower-bed is poisoned i don't think that i bloomed right
It's blue chorduroys - prolifically produce poise
Pour listerine on these boys can't stand that stank they enjoy