I'm that guy
Who lives above my parents house
It smells
You think I'm fly
In a retro kind of hobo way
Can you tell?
But it's ok, everybody thinks I'm gay
Another trip and I'll be over it
I can't believe I made so much this week
I'm liable to end up dead
But at least I'm out of the red
Cause every time I call it like I see it it's just make believe again
I think I've found the secret but its just make believe
I'm that guy
Who walks and talks right to himself
There's no one else
My rooms up so high
Greg Brady aint got nothing on me
If you know what I mean
And its ok
Starting to make my way
Just one more trip and I'll get over it
You can't believe the world I see
When I'm traveling late at night
It's better when you turn out the lights
In my head I'm thinking of you
In my dreams
In my mind
My heart is strong and my love is true
But you don't know me like you think you do
I'm living up way up in the clouds now
I'm that guy. I'm that guy.
Up so high. Up so high.
But I'm doing ok, everybody get away
I'm on a trip so get over it.
You can't believe the world I see
When my mind is frying in a pan
And the world is resting in my hands