"Trying To Remember What I Aimed At" lyrics
Open Mike Eagle & Kenny Segal Lyrics
Whatever happened to the laugh track?
Try to remember what I aimed at
My dreams be on some bullshit
I go dark when I'm stressed out, behold things I could laugh at
This biz be on some bullshit, execs be on some bullshit
I don't want what the world want, I don't want what the fiends want
The fiends be on some bullshit
The fiends move like they won't wake up
So many names, no directories
So many meals, no recipes, this game needs more referees
I don't believe in destiny, all beliefs need questioning
We made it seem like the mezzanine, I cut a page from a magazine
The merch page filled the gasoline
I felt safe when I sat between
I had a face full of Vaseline
That's the last I remember
Whatever happened to the laugh track?
Try to remember what I aimed at
My dreams be on some bullshit
I go dark when I'm stressed out, behold things I could laugh at
This biz be on some bullshit, execs be on some bullshit
I don't want what the world want, I don't want what the fiends want
The fiends be on some bullshit
The fiends move like they won't wake up
There's some world, but need whittling
My brows furled, the dream shitty
The clutched pearls, what a world
They never see the enemies, and use
Pick and choose amenities
But I be mad at us, though, for thinking we could win via ass and gusto
The boss fight starts with cut scenes, game guys line the dustbin
The boss cheese strats is unseen
Whatever happened to the laugh track?
Try to remember what I aimed at
My dreams be on some bullshit
I go dark when I'm stressed out, behold things I could laugh at
This biz be on some bullshit, execs be on some bullshit
I don't want what the world want, I don't want what the fiends want
The fiends be on some bullshit
The fiends move like they won't wake up
The right's tricked by charisma
The left tricked by the headline
There's rich folks on the phone line, it was a house call the whole time
I swear some know and don't mind
And most hope for a cosign, to raise a toast from the coastline
Where either fighting over phone time
Or you a ghost in a gold mine
Writing graffiti on the road signs, the fine is doubled on both sides
Try to remember what I aimed at
My dreams be on some bullshit
I go dark when I'm stressed out, behold things I could laugh at
This biz be on some bullshit, execs be on some bullshit
I don't want what the world want, I don't want what the fiends want
The fiends be on some bullshit
The fiends move like they won't wake up
So many names, no directories
So many meals, no recipes, this game needs more referees
I don't believe in destiny, all beliefs need questioning
We made it seem like the mezzanine, I cut a page from a magazine
The merch page filled the gasoline
I felt safe when I sat between
I had a face full of Vaseline
That's the last I remember
Whatever happened to the laugh track?
Try to remember what I aimed at
My dreams be on some bullshit
I go dark when I'm stressed out, behold things I could laugh at
This biz be on some bullshit, execs be on some bullshit
I don't want what the world want, I don't want what the fiends want
The fiends be on some bullshit
The fiends move like they won't wake up
There's some world, but need whittling
My brows furled, the dream shitty
The clutched pearls, what a world
They never see the enemies, and use
Pick and choose amenities
But I be mad at us, though, for thinking we could win via ass and gusto
The boss fight starts with cut scenes, game guys line the dustbin
The boss cheese strats is unseen
Whatever happened to the laugh track?
Try to remember what I aimed at
My dreams be on some bullshit
I go dark when I'm stressed out, behold things I could laugh at
This biz be on some bullshit, execs be on some bullshit
I don't want what the world want, I don't want what the fiends want
The fiends be on some bullshit
The fiends move like they won't wake up
The right's tricked by charisma
The left tricked by the headline
There's rich folks on the phone line, it was a house call the whole time
I swear some know and don't mind
And most hope for a cosign, to raise a toast from the coastline
Where either fighting over phone time
Or you a ghost in a gold mine
Writing graffiti on the road signs, the fine is doubled on both sides
