[ Featuring Barny Fletcher ]
My charisma this evening be knee deep in the ceiling
I'll rip you apart but leave eyes
Yeah the jeans that you be in
I'm a seasonal demon, I check weight
Cleaning my plates 'til they glisten
Lick 'em in sideway figures of eight
'Cause I'ma
Light years ahead, like yeah, you dead, huh
I'm glad you made it for the saturated flow though
And that's a great approach but for the main show
I'm tryna make it so my domain is just unobtainable
My contacts will cataract your gang of rats
I'm Hades in HD spit out the Adderall
I see flames and red, I'm AMC the talking dead
Halo hangs on my rack of hats, shotgun stays in the cabinet, whoa
Kinda funny
Acting clueless like Monsanto do 'bout, poisoning tummies
Already poison in me from eating Hoisin and Kimchi
I stare into the void and say
"Oh boy I don't got it in me"
You so damn obvious
I catch thieves in my sleep
And might start messing with mafias
It's not that I am confident
Just not afraid of the consequence
Not afraid of the critics
I ape, I mock all you mimics, listen
'Caw' the call of the crows
They follow me where I go
They help me remember faces and sing wit' me at my shows
I don't, don't catch bodies no
I catch hotties though
In a lobby, in Wyoming, with Arapahos
New semester, classroom three
I want you to stand next to me
I don't wanna another year of loving someone
Who don't even know of my existence
You know how to make an entrance
Why not shine on me?
Or maybe you could try at least
'Cause you fly as bees
We could climb on trees, yeah
Whole lotta little stories
Circulating from the lips
Tryna' give a chap stick
For getting on with my shit
Rebel without a pause
A snooze, without a quit
I bring the noise, they turn it up to a level more adequate
My dentist said, "Are you here for the sedatives?"
Nah I came for the crown, 'cause it's sensitive
I lean back, breathe in, and west I drift
Wake up with gold in my mouth and an apprenticeship
Before I start, I hope I haven't bitten more than I chew
But that's the cold fact and it really rings true
We leave rooted makers nameless
Yet make stupid fakers famous
We like watching them, they do the stupid shit, we won't do!
Mayday, mayday
(Ha!)
(I'm a psychic on the run)
Mayday, mayday, you in trouble
May daisy chains guard your bubble
May crazy rains bestow you
May hungry flames singe your stubble
I'm a psychic on the run
That's a medium at large
Stroke my ego in interviews
That's a media massage
Look how quick he leaks huh
Thats a Julian Assange
See I'm quick to catch a snitch
Pree my Harry Potter scars
Now we setting the bar
Open a bottle have some Moscato
I'm with Shadow in Colorado
The Rockies will fall undoubtedly
Avalanches surrounding me
It's a deadly combination
Better jump on the count of three
(one, two, three, yeah)
Dancing in the street we don't give a f*ck
They say turn it down, so we turn it up
Keep it playing loud so they call a cop
(Are you gonna leave?)
Say we will but we f*ckin' won't
Dancing in the street we don't give a f*ck
They say turn it down, so we turn it up
Keep it playing loud so they call a cop
(Are you gonna leave?)
Say we will but we f*ckin' won't
Ah shit, what a tiresome day
You are my kin like a nice brulee
See, I got A's all through my high school days
And when I say A's, I ain't mean in grades
I mean dames with braids
And some Janes with manes
I used to sleep in Geometry
'Cause I ain't in shape
I'm on a word roller coaster
I should print the lyrics
And put 'em up on a poster
Learn it like ya 'posed to
I see she be walking over, tell me
"Send your girl a message and tell her that it's over"
X's and O's, get up and go
Red is my rose, I eat breakfast in Tiffany
The rumors are true man
Your not my cuppa tea
I like my own company
This has been Two Notes
Thank you Shadow for having me
