Klumzy - Berenstain Lyrics

Fuck it
Let’s start with fun facts
Before I was a rug rat
My mother fucking bum dad
Dipped before the day I was born
Bet momma loved that
Tough break
Rough catch
Oh great
So sad
But she stuck with me like I was a thumbtack
Just me my sister and mom
Ah
The perfect trio
Santa Fe to Rio Rancho then to Amarillo
3 years in the making still ain’t said my first word
Conjuring a cauldron of thoughts that I could blurt first
Here we are spit more lectures than seminars
Flying higher than the swings in our little yard
Always had the vividest dreams that I’d go really far
Memories burnt inside my dome like an old cigar
Weight on my shoulder like the laundry basket on the floor
Mom folding clothes as I woke up in the early morn
Barenstien Bears and cereal
What my mind knew
Classic cartoons now I ball like Cayou
Truthfully it’s like a movie scene
The moment I reel it back
It’s as clear as could be
It’s like I’m looking at the mirror
And it’s it mirroring the screen
Life flashing like a traffic light when it’s nearing green
It’s funny when you thinking back bout the things that you seen
Now your whole perspective changing on the things you could be

Backyard olympics
In an instant there’s a new game
Pizza box bases
The dog chasing our footprints
This bass bouncing more than the trampoline where I took hits
Homemade ring with jump ropes
Much hope
Imagination was rich even though we were dumb broke
The show must
Go on
Knew I’d grow to rock stages
Guitar hero days
Made it past my rock phases
Now I rap circles round these blocks in these rat races
Have patience
That’s what I’m telling myself
Learn lessons from the elders who messed up by themselves
Never judged another person by the size of their wealth
Just decided to know them until timing could tell

Years later this is where it gets more interesting
Mom sits me down
Says hey you have more siblings
They all half blood
Yes son
From your dads side
Like he was a Greek god
Having fun in his pastime
Knocking up these women and dipping
He didn’t have time
To ever stick around like damn wow
What a great guy
Now I have 8, 9
Sisters I never met
Probably a brother who stayed up and wet his bed
Almost every single night because his father wasn’t there
Couldn’t talk and he was scared
Cause not often did they care
Missing puzzle pieces mismatched to a jigsaw
If each were attached would the picture still get lost
Imagine that
They don’t even know I’m writing raps
But could still be listening and wouldn’t know it’s even me
See me on their tv screen
No reason to believe
They could be related
Those are thoughts circulating
But I’m still telling them to chase their dreams