The Household Plug

Intro

Yeah

Two-thirty on the clock

Where they at

Tristan

Brandon

Pick up the phone

I'm sweating over here

Let's go

Verse 1

Palms damp

I'm pacing the linoleum

Tapping on the glass

Waiting for the savior with the stash

Brandon where you at

Tristan dial the digits

I need that fire

The focus

The frantic feeling in my fingers

I'm a ghost in the kitchen

Moving shadows

Scrubbing the baseboards with a toothbrush

Grime on the grout

Gone

Dust on the ledge

Done

I'm the booster

The provider

The grocery getter

The heavy lifter

Filling up the pantry with the cereal and the bread

Keeping 'em fed

Bags of the Purina for the pup

Stacked up

Gallons of the Gain

Scent of the spring

Softener sheets by the hundred

I handle the hardware

Lithium ion batteries for the drills

The impact drivers

I'm the plug for the household goods

Trading for the fuel

The secret power

The white lightning in a tiny bag

But the tank is hitting empty

And the clock is ticking louder than my pulse

Chorus

Brandon pull up

Tristan come through

I'm running on fumes and I got work to do

The landlord is coming

The hammer is falling

I'm hearing the ghost of the deadline calling

Bring me the spark

Bring me the heat

I'm losing the rhythm

I'm losing the seat

Brandon pull up

Brandon pull up

Brandon pull up

Verse 2

Stovetop

Still greasy

Microwave

Disgusting

I'm shaking

Visions of the eviction notice

Pinned to the oak door

Twenty minutes till the lady with the clipboard knocks

I see the headlights

Cutting through the gray mist

Black sedan

Tires screeching on the gravel

Brandon hops out

Grinning like a villain

Hands me the ticket to the stratosphere

One hit

The rush hits the brain stem

Like a bolt of lightning

Electric

Ecstatic

Energized

The broom is a weapon

The mop is a scythe

I'm a whirlwind in a denim jacket

Sweeping the spirits out the hallway

Bleach in the bucket

Bubbles in the sink

I'm faster than the blink of a tired eye

Tricolon coming

I scrubbed the floors

I waxed the wood

I bleached the tile

The house is a mirror

Reflecting my madness

Chorus

Brandon pull up

Tristan come through

I'm running on fumes and I got work to do

The landlord is coming

The hammer is falling

I'm hearing the ghost of the deadline calling

Bring me the spark

Bring me the heat

I'm losing the rhythm

I'm losing the seat

Brandon pull up

Brandon pull up

Brandon pull up

Bridge

Basement to the attic

Systematic

Automatic

I'm the king of the Windex

The sultan of the Comet

The landlord lady pulls in the drive

She steps out the car

Adjusting her glasses

She walks to the porch

I'm standing there breathless

Shirt soaked in sweat

Heart hammering like a drum kit

Verse 3

She steps inside

The air smells like lavender and victory

She looks at the ceiling

She looks at the floor

She can't find a speck

Not a grain of sand

Not a hair from the hound

I made this house my bitch

I conquered the clutter

I slaughtered the stains

Brandon and Tristan

Standing in the shadows

Laughing at the miracle

The trade was worth it

The batteries are charged

The laundry is folded

The dog food is poured

I'm the booster

The runner

The winner

I'm floating on the ceiling while she signs the paper

No complaints

No repairs

Just the hum of the fridge

And the heat in my veins

Chorus

Brandon pull up

Tristan come through

I'm running on fumes and I got work to do

The landlord is coming

The hammer is falling

I'm hearing the ghost of the deadline calling

Bring me the spark

Bring me the heat

I'm losing the rhythm

I'm losing the seat

Brandon pull up

Brandon pull up

Brandon pull up

Outro

Yeah

House is spotless

Brandon

Good looking out

Tristan

Tell the dog he's good

I'm gonna go sit in a dark room for three days

Don't call me

Unless you need Tide pods

Or a drill battery

Or that...

You know

Peace

(Brandon pull up)

(Brandon pull up)

Yeah

Gone