[bad word] 

Little by little by little by little
I’m going crazy
Little by little by little by little
I’m going crazy

[Verse 1: Sleep]

In reality I’m just an average Joe with a simple life
No American idol but I get by
Wish I could tour with Fifth Wheel bus
Back to the real world, time to wake up
Smell antifreeze ? with big brother
Bad to me, I’ve got a blind date with destiny
Mexican, what an amazing race I get to be
Most days are wickedly perfect
Making me nervous, I’m a survivor
The last on the planet deserted
Pass the word like a ten thousand dollar pyramid scheme
Changing the face of the game like a ? medical team
? troopers are supreme losers
Press your luck with Sleep, go home the biggest loser
I’ll have the last laugh like the [bad word] standing
Making the band play as you walk off stage empty handed
And I’m taking home America’s next top model
Back to the bachelor pad, show her some longfellow
 [bad word] x 2]

[Verse 2: Josh Martinez]

Little by little grow a little more bitter
Sit down in my chair like a grown man sitting down to dinner
Where’s my newspaper, boy? Dog, fetch me my slippers
Feed me, do the dishes, if you need me I’m in the [bad word] With everybody so emo everyone expects emotion
While I’m holding onto longterm solution for that notion
That everything must go, must be shown off, be banned
Be thrown into the lions as if the crowd cared
Some are born like us, more important like them
Some’ll live to the fullest, some’ll die in the system
Just trying to live the ?
So where’s my welfare? Where’s my healthcare?
Where’s my sandwich? There’s my sandwich
So, spin doctors spinning, old white men grinning
? end to its bidding

Can you think of a single thing that you’ve done
That’s meant anything at all?
I know I’ll gladly take the fall
I was going in circles till I hit the wall

I’m absolutely sure one day I’ll settle down
Find a special spot, pascal and some mes tabs
Got trees growing, got a flower garden going
Couple herbs for the cooking, couple more for the smoking
Got a hammock for the swing and fresh tomatoes for the salad [bad word] the burgers straight cookin on the grill
Still I drink myself stupid, can’t walk home alone
Need a shoulder to lean on, i need a cold beer
It’s my meal ticket, if I could keep living on beer to get
Time’s ticking like weed in your mind and you don’t get it
No ace in the hole and the weight of the game
Is breaking your soul, keep changing the game
Keep playing the role
Keep telling my family short like ?
Just let it linger, hard to pick up teeth with broken fingers
And I humbled myself till I was hollow inside
But no more, I get this ? you can swallow my pride
 [bad word]