Let's Start (Coonie's Lyrics) (Full Song)

Verse 1: Oh way out there in a place so fucking fair Strange sights might meet your eyes so rare In the land of pine, spruce, cedar and fur Smell of petrichor in the air, smooth as butter The people here are weird as fuck, no if, ands, buts So are their pets, cats and little goddamn mutts And it's my damn home, I wear it with pride Out here in the country where the wild things hide In the goddamn house where my grandpa died Where my cat Yoda closed his fucking eyes But still so much love and joy in these walls Even if losing the old house was a kick to the balls That one was the house my folks got wedded in Though their marriage was brief here I fucking am It's all the same place and the memories do soak I wanna live here 'til the day I never fucking croak Chorus: Oh, rainy Pacific Northwest nights The thundering Washington skies Winds that tip the goddamn evergreens Not a thing as It fucking seems Strange hospitals where weird things happen Power inside my being with the thunder clapping The home I hold so dearly in my fucking heart What more is there to find? Well let's start Verse 2: Papa used to take me for rides in his old Cadillac That's my grandpa, died suddenly a few years back But how we used to drive just to fucking drive See some of the county and enjoy the damn ride And we'd have these little chats bout anything Wished I listened more, but the memories ring And sure he could be kinda old and bitter But he faced a lot and wasn't no damn quitter Chronic pain all over from working hard Meritocracy's shit, but still I gotta regard Him as a man who cared about his family My grandma and mom, he'd do what he could, see And of course, me and my brother, even more so Loved being a grandpa, you just gotta know And he was a stoner, though we never really talked that Though it was medicine too, his hips worn to crap Chorus: Oh, rainy Pacific Northwest nights The thundering Washington skies Winds that tip the goddamn evergreens Not a thing as it fucking seems Strange hospitals where weird things happen Power inside my being with the thunder clapping The home I hold so dearly in my fucking heart What more is there to find? Well let's start Verse 3: And then there's my dad, was always my best friend In and out of jail and faced a rough fucking end Homeless, heroin overdose, but that's life I remember him in love and color, not pain and strife He had a mind like mine, weird as pure shit Name any subject and we could talk about it Never acted like he was better than me at all Just a grown boy inside, too good for this world's falls Though he'd never tell you that, so much guilt inside Oh way too early he was forced off this ride Always imagined a future with him by my side Where we could learn eachother, never have to hide In a strange way I'm not sure it's even too late Life holds many a weird and unexpected twist of fate And I'm not convinced we have damn expiration dates We may all meet again, quntum magic dictates