Clean Nikes - The Grouch

When you first get it it’s shining and sparkling

You hold it high like a trophy and start targeting

What you gonna use it on?

Where does it belong and for how long?

You can barely sleep and when you wake you hope it isn’t gone

For it’s still livin'

At the very least you’re given energy and a lot of it you’re drivin'

You wrap it in a ribbon and you look at it all day

You hook it up in a way that with it you can play

Regardless of anything else it isn’t yourself

Seen in a reflection it’s a super-clean resurection of your better half

Measure that and multiply it

Hope to buy it and treat it as good as how much you think you need it

I bet later you won’t feed it like my puppy

And leave it in the gutter for some other to think he’s lucky

But of course you broke it cause you had no patience with it

Probably didn’t deserve it in this life time but you lived it

Now what do you know now?

Can you recall and recognize how it goes down when it does?

(does.does.does.)

How many times have you had a pair of clean nikes?

And scuffed 'em up hella bad, kinda like these?

On my feet, man, I used to fucking clean 'em

Toothbrush and everything

Now I’m just mean to 'em

Seen so many waste away what they had it makes me mad

But they never know 'till it’s too late to appreciate and be glad

Seems like the ones with nothing are the ones who put in work

And use what they have to get where they’re going showing the jerks

Leaving them wishin they would have thought of that or just said it

Had it embedded in their minds now they regret it

Let it sink in and get to thinking about what you got

How you can freak it or treat it right so you don’t experience a loss later

Whether it’s a cross fader, girlfriend or a thought

When you’re mind is in a whirlwind you better remember to stop

And smell the roses between dozin

Cause for every breath you take upon this planet you’re one of the chosen

How many times have you had a pair of clean nikes?

And scuffed 'em up hella bad, kinda like these

On my feet, man, I used to fucking clean 'em

Toothbrush and everything

But now I’m just mean to 'em

At what point was this ok?

I gotta ask myself (self?)

Let me retrace my steps

Will I surpass myself?

Or am I destined to be lazy?

Because honestly, lately, I really just don’t amaze me

It drives me crazy cause I’m searchin'

Constantly getting shit then throwing it away thinkin' I’m workin

Really I know the answers but they hurtin'

Covering curtains over my problems so they worsen

Drinkin and cursin invades my person it becomes urgent

Sometimes I can’t live it but I can word it

And that’s my therapy so dear to me and I know this

But often it’s too hard to keep my focus

How many times have you had a pair of clean nikes?

And scuffed 'em up hella bad, kinda like these?

On my feet, man, I used to fucking clean 'em

Toothbrush and everything

Now I’m just mean to 'em

Now I’m just mean to 'em

Fuck 'em.

Up in this.

creek.

Scratched in background

(and I ain’t talkin 'bout sneakers neither.)