Tristen Zett - Hundred Thousand Lyrics

(Mum mow, mow wa-mow wow wow)
(laughs)
(Nah, I'm just f*cking around)
(Alright so here we go, take
One-thirteen-four-nine-twenty two
At this point, who the hell even knows?)

I'm not sure who I am or who I have become
The job I wanna adopt or which blonde I wanna tongue
I thank God I'm not his son, being Jesus is too much
Pressure festering in me, life got me kinda beat
I like the sea, nobody but me
And a hundred thousand pieces of sand who won't sell my secrets
In the battle against my demons, always come out on top swinging
For the bleachers, but the sinkers leave me spinning in my 'Didas
Oh, bro, my soul's getting cold
Otter Pops, ice caps, penguin can't hold back
Black and white beak shiverin', heaters keep delivering
Pickups, slick couplets, got 'em quivering
Choking up no cinnamon, not the same no synonym
Kendrick tickets, got it from some slick talk
Crip walk the block on my way to break a heart
Pit stop to skip rocks and the sharks start singing

Hundred thousand pieces of sand land on me
Hundred thousand twinkling cans on Long Beach
Hundred thousand fans standing for me
Hundred thousand reasons I can't say sorry
Hundred thousand memories that feel like they're the end of me
Hundred thousand wrongs I could have righted, never get to see
Hundred thousand hours is over eleven years
Hundred thousand fears all got me to right here

Hundred thousand dollars ain't sound too f*ckin bad
Hundred thousand lottery tickets all in a bag
Sounds heavy. I'm not just talking 'bout the physical
I microdose on child's hopes to keep from being cynical
One room, two humans, one assumes too much
The other one knows enough to keep their f*cking mouth shut
If they say they only in it for the busy
Then they gotta face the fact their act is f*cking shitty
They not what they portray, they're not the words they say
They not a sweet boy, they're a grade A snake
Who sang a good song and dance, no Griddy
We all start with heart along the way mine was misplaced

Hundred thousand pieces of sand land on me
Hundred thousand twinkling cans on Long Beach
Hundred thousand fans standing for me
Hundred thousand reasons I can't say sorry
Hundred thousand memories that feel like they're the end of me
Hundred thousand wrongs I could have righted never get to see
Hundred thousand hours is over eleven years
Hundred thousand fears all got me to right here

Sand lands on me, lands on me
Lands on me, lands on me
Can't say sorry, say sorry
Say sorry, say sorry
Memories are end of me, memories are end of me
Memories are end of me, memories are end of me
Wrongs I never got to see, wrongs I never got to see
Wrongs I never got to see, wrongs I never got to see
Na na, nanenene, na na, nanenene
Na na, nanenene, na na na
Na na, nanenene, na na, nanenene
Manow ma manow ma manow ma manow ma mow mow
Sand lands on me, sand lands on me
Sand lands on me, sand lands on me
Sand lands on me, sand lands on me,
Sand lands on me, the sand lands on me