there is nothing wrong with this city
i know where the best tacos are no committee
where i can get a drink that turns buildings into legos
house jumpin’ past two makin’ waves leavin’ graves leggo
but it needs a makeover;
a painter with a knife
can’t breathe in these fumes
it’ll lead me to my tomb-
lease is coming to an end
the potted plant stretchin’ its legs an ascend
not how i intended
it’ll pay dividend
come back one day
buy that taco place
turn it into a mansion
