Mailbox from Prosthetic Boombox by Cola Boyy

Lyrics:

One, open it
Two, read it
Three, roll it in a ball
Four, throw it away
Five, forget about it
Six, light a cigarette
Seven, are you ready?
Eight, let's go

In my mailbox
There's a letter
Open it to see what's inside
In my mailbox
So many letters
Paper stacking up to the sky
What to do with it?
Let's roll it up
Roll it till we get so high
No jury duty
I ain’t showing up
And the DMV could use one less in line

Let me daydream
Avoiding my responsibilities
Let me daydream
Once I'm done I'll get back up to speed

In my mailbox
There's a letter
Open it to see what's inside
In my mailbox
So funny letters
Telling me put my life on the line
What to do with it?
Let's burn it up
Burn it till we get so high
No active duty
I ain't showing up
I think the DMV just called me back in line

Let me daydream
Avoiding my responsibilities
Let me daydream
Once I'm done I'll get back up to speed

Let me daydream

One, open it
Two, read it
Three, roll it in a ball
Four, throw it away
Five, forget about it
Six, light a cigarette
Seven, are you ready?
Eight, let's go

One, open it
Are you ready? Let's go

• Alternative
• Cola Boyy
• JGrrey
• John Carroll Kirby
• disco
• funk
• pop
• Oxnard