I was feeling master blasted, lost my head my anti-entity
and just because it's real to you, it isn't not pretend to me.
And did you know my el'bro taught me positively everything
I never didn't know about double negativity
Have you been unfollowed for misogynistic dickiness
sitting home alone in a pool of your own stickiness.
Jerking off to your own tweets, iPhone on the shitter
while you insult everybody else for what they write on twitter.
My delivery is speedy, can you McFeel me?
Banana midriff, so appealing.
My head is in the clouds and my feet are on the ceiling.
The foundation is much uglier than what it is concealing.
My delivery is speedy, can you McFeel me?
Banana midriff, so appealing.
My head is in the clouds and my feet are on the ceiling.
The foundation is much uglier than what it is concealing.
Here's a little bit of Miami advice
for when your hand is down your pants and there's a gun between your eyes.
And she cocks it the minute you cream your jeans
You say, "Baby, do you wanna ride my sound machine?"
She'll say "No." but she'll laugh and drop the gun I think
And say "Do you wanna hear the story behind my new ink?"
And she'll say "Hey little man, why can't you see there is no spark?
Take off your socks, put on your shoes, and go get eaten by a shark"
If I don't set aside time for writing songs, I go insane
the stuff that's left unsaid just turns to static in my brain.
It's hard to get things done when my head is full of craziness,
it's when I am the busiest that I seem the laziest.
I'm sending off my monkeys on the backs of the pink elephants
so it doesn't matter if my lyrics are irrelevant.
Tossing out my thoughts like handfuls of confetti.
I'll do a little strummy strum and I feel better already.
My delivery is speedy, can you McFeel me?
Banana midriff, so appealing.
My head is in the clouds and my feet are on the ceiling.
The foundation is much uglier than what it is concealing.
My delivery is speedy, can you McFeel me?
Banana midriff, so appealing.
My head is in the clouds and my feet are on the ceiling.
The foundation is much uglier than what it is concealing.
I was feeling overrated, I was feeling under smarted
when you looked me in the eyes and it smelled like someone farted.
Was it man or was it beast or was it just my upper lip?
was it an iLembe hippie or just a New York City hipster?
What's the difference?
As we all try hard to make this world better,
if it's thrift or if it's vintage, it is still your grandpa's sweater.
Either way, three cheers for you
'cause its better to reuse than to support the corporations
buying crap they mass produce.
You think, you think, you think, you think I'm preaching to the choir
but I am not, I'm not, I'm singing with the choir
we are all birds, birds of a different feather,
we each sing the way we sing and we are all in this together.
You think, you think, you think I'm preaching to the choir
but I am not, I'm not, I'm singing with the choir
we are all birds, birds of a different feather,
we each sing the way we sing and we are all in this together.
You think, I'm preaching to the choir
I'm not, I'm singing with the choir
we are all birds, birds of a different feather,
we each sing the way we sing and we are all in this together.
You think, I'm preaching to the choir
I'm not, I'm singing with the choir
we are all birds, birds of a different feather,
we each sing the way we sing and we are all in this together.
We are all in this together.