Текст WHY? – Strawberries

Strawberries on your birthday Shirley
The shit I said to hotel managers haunts me
Pallbearers of the first string ready
Discretely gather in the second floor hallway

And I am not okay boys
No, I am not okay
No, I am not okay boys

Itching like an intern with a sunburn
For what a stone unturned covers
I don’t wear rubbers and I don’t wear sunscreen
I want to heed my hide, not hide under something

And I am not okay boys
No, I am not okay
No, I am not okay boys

Your mom she sits while her hair is in curlers
Smokes weed and listens to that Garrison Keillor
That’s how I’ll live when I quit my rap career
Let her laughter pass the rafters and go out into the atmosphere

Strawberries on your birthday Shirley
The shit I said to high school counselors haunts me

And I am not okay boys