Abdominal and The Obliques Sock Hop Lyrics Abdominal And The Obliques lyrics

My sock drawer is a thing of perfection.
On the left, ankle socks in their own section.
Moving right, you come across the full lengths,
but further sub-genres divide those ranks.
First of all, on the bottom tier.
you got wooly and thick for when itʼs winter and autumn here, and you can see your own breath fog.
Next to those lies my stash of dress socks.
Not many ʻcuz Iʼm not often dressy.
More likely to find me in some sweats and see
when thatʼs the case I got tube socks galore,
white, navy, grey, in their proper place in the drawer.
Each pair rolled tightly, facing in the same direction,
why? Because my sock drawerʼs a reflection
of the chaos of my mind, an inverse relationship,
take a look inward, the more crazy it gets
the more externally I crave order
and you can see it in my sock drawer.
Itʼs like my own private Zen garden,
helps me stay cool when life gets alarming,
while my feet stay warm at the same time,
meditation for body, sole, and mind,
body, sole, and mind,
pun intended, body, sole, and mind.

The chaos in my mind is reflected in my sock drawer. Keep my socks neatly stacked and stored.
Because the big, bad world I canʼt control
so I instead I keep my socks neatly stacked and rolled.
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My sock drawer is really nothing more
than a metaphor, ʻcuz my need for or-
der extends past the borders of just some hosiery.
Hi my name is Abs and I have OCD.
For those who donʼt know what it means hereʼs an explanation, obsessive compulsive disorder is what the abbreviation
stands for and itʼs bigger than a damn drawer,
it means Iʼm anal, but not like a man-whore.
In the sense of being a neat freak,

which you can see from these sentences I speak over beats. Nary a wayward syllable,
I run a tight ship when I recite itʼs like impenetrable.
This OCD both a gift and a curse,
thereʼs no denying it comes in handy when Iʼm scripting a verse. But on the other hand, when Iʼm making my bed,
it takes me half an hour, make a mistake, start again.
Until I get it looking perfect,
then and only then can I start writing these verses.
Otherwise, man I just canʼt focus,
knowing that these sheets are in hopeless
disarray, leaving my mind in a similar state
no relief until I get em straightened
out to my exact specifications.
And donʼt ask if Iʼve been on medication,
ʻcuz I have, and it didnʼt do jack,
I have OCD, I just live with the fact.

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No longer fight the fact that I have this psychological quirk, Iʼve found the best policy is just to try to work with it
rather than against it,
ʻtil itʼs the least intrusive possibly I can get it
in my life. And how that manifests
is each and every morning before I eat my breakfast I invest some time to complete the obligations
that I know will impede my concentration
if left unattended to, I make the bed then move
to the vacuum & get the room.
Dishes are next, already thoroughly pre-rinsed,
then stacked in the dishrack in a logical sequence. Stretch, push-ups, breakfast, meditate,
e-mails, shower, then put pen to page
and write gems with a lightning precision.
I have OCD but Iʼm alright with the condition.

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