Tomatoes

Tomatoes - Briston Maroney

Lyrics by：Briston Maroney

Produced by：Alex Farrar/Briston Maroney

Maybe it'll all work out

Think I heard something 'bout taking it next semester

Lettin' the family down

Showin' 'em the spot in the city where I buy my water

Flipping my flip phone out

Starting to shout

Flipping off all observers

What's your dad on about?

Oh yeah "checkin' my reflection while I'm walking down the street"

You want me to live like you

That's something I'll never do

Lettin' all my love hang out

Standing on the corner with the neighbor

Who hates tomatoes

Lookin' like I'm 'bout strung out

Probably better off than I'll be

Once I have my first daughter

Flippin' my flip phone out

Gotta take a picture it's the only way

That I'll remember

What was I on about?

Whole damn world just feels like a crater

You want me to live like you

That's something I'll never do

Stick the magic in my eye

You can't say I didn't try

Showin' me your new best song

Casually we talk about how we hate California

Laying in my bed in vain

Staring big holes

Listening to Ween on an airplane

Emptying the fridge right out

Like a ghost town

Maybe we should have folks over

Flipping my flip phone off

I just wanna walk

I don't wanna see nobody

Now I'm at the graveyard

Picking out my grave at the graveyard

Which ones closest to my front door