Beets

[Verse 1] So I'm in the produce aisle Eco tote bag List on my phone Gonna try this one more time I pick up samples like I'm building the mix Cucumbers for treble Kale because it adds distortion I see them Round, little, Harmless A pile of beets like a tiny little nemesis I whisper “I can do this” Just roots and leaves Not a curse, just a recipe [Chorus] I KEEP DROPPING BEETS Why do I do this? Spill em on the floor Watch em roll on the ground I KEEP DROPPING BEETS Tearing me apart Can't make the salad I'm just breaking it down Every time I try to mix them THEY SLIP THEY FALL THEY HIT TOO HARD I KEEP DROPPING BEETS Turn it up And I'm left red handed Like the loop never ends I KEEP DROPPING BEETS Can't slow down Can't eat Can't breathe I KEEP DROPPING BEETS And I'm scared of the part of me That wants to drop beets More than I want to just eat [Verse] The clerk helps me pick them up Says “Rough day, huh?” I laugh too loudly Like a man hiding thirty years of therapy Covering my tracks I buy more vegetables Zucchini for some reverb Broccoli for compression Another bunch of beets Like I’m daring myself On the walk home I cue up the evening Wash, chop, mix Harmony in a salad bowl But my hands They remember the scratching Every choice I make Becomes more on the floor [Chorus] I KEEP DROPPING BEETS Oh God, again Spill em on the floor Watch em roll on the ground I KEEP DROPPING BEETS Can't stand it Can't make the salad I'm just breaking it down EVERY TIME I TRY TO SPIN IT IT BUILDS IT BREAKS IT HITS TOO HARD I KEEP DROPPING BEETS Rip it, rip it And the beets per minute Are goin off the chart I KEEP DROPPING BEETS Crossfade, Backspin, Repeat I KEEP DROPPING BEETS And the worst part of me believes I was made to drop beets NEVER MEANT TO EAT Never meant to eat Ah, borsht!