Nick Fine - Bottom Line Lyrics

I just try to dance through the winter storm
I lay back on my desk and I return to form Don't even understand what I'm writing for
I used to get a little frisky in my closet dorm
I swear that shit was like 4 feet across
Now I go to china websites to get me Lacoste
Dotted all my Ts and all the I's I crossed
New England winters wait for the truck to defrost
Remote start is becoming my best investment
Brown liquor is the Christmas party main refreshment
My heart rate is climbing up that is my assessment
I just wanna be a winning game show contestant
At least once, prize winnings on a strippers buns
Told myself I needa eat and I left no crumbs
I'm addicted to the beats and drums
I feel like enrichment classes how I'm going dumb
Back alley shooters and hot young student tutors
I road rage on out of state dumb commuters
My eyes rotting away looking at computers
I've been licking my wounds and pulling out my sutures
To make up all of the layers I exist upon
Hard drive got documents like the pentagon
I'm waving all the flags you twirling the batons
This shit is getting on demand like at Amazon
Jeff Bezos with the bald shine
I'm gonna build my own museum with a massive shrine
If I could see beyond the stars I'd hope that they'd align
Like stunning Steve I will give you all the bottom line