Ibuprofen

It's Saturday and I'm 36 I'm puttin' laundry up because I'm old as shit The yard is done The grass looks great Been up since eight Can't sleep in late My body's on a rhythm, see Gotta take my medicine by 9:15 If not, by one, I'm sad as hell Gotta go to Walgreens, cause I'm outta B-12 Gotta outrun a bad mood Doc said to stop eating fast food But the salt and the sugar is so addictive My college days should've been indicative But it's sobering when you grow to see Your family's battle with sobriety Hereditary predilection A ready-set-go medical condition But the feels don't stop And the pills don't stop My mind is sick And it's kind of this A remix of the preview of these kids when they breeze through Sixteen then it's Jeez, ooh We need a routine, dude I'm tired and I'm out of shape The first take was two decades ago So here we go M-T, those amigos Ten J and Mister Nick Blusandals and Sir Kick We're back and absurdist For one last conversion It's certain the world has Been hurtin' since the last Time we raised the curtain So let's get to workin' But first, I'm not jokin' I need some Ibuprofen