[Lyric] Idle By (The Thought)

[Intro: All]
Every song we make is a banger
That's the DayLee Thoughts guarantee
Every song we make is a banger
That's the DayLee Thoughts guarantee

[Verse: The Thought]
Martian on your throat
Waka Flocka still the GOAT
Beg your pardon, bitch, don't quote
I'd be honored if you vote for me
I'll be marching down the road
Burning Vodka on your float
I been pondering the way
My self-doubt slows my rhythm
Why we bothering to pay these amounts
Just for living?
Not a father yet, too worried that I
Can't provide provisions
Who's this Father Time I haven't met
Bee-lining toward collision?
And I'm in position
Haven't had a Miss since Spanish Inquisitions
Didn't mean to blow your mind
With badass descriptions
I'm only sad 'til you listen
Then I'm a spaz for the critics
I don't feel bad when I glisten, I'm nitroglycerin!
And that's word to Mrs. Richardson
Given I'm a nerd she let me
Lecture in the interim
Texture of the Benjamins
Ain't marbles to me
So I marvel in the messages
And let Marcus Lee bless 'em
[Chorus: Marcus Lee]
Switching lanes and switching schools of thought
And I won't change it, I'll take you to war
Yeah, I no longer idle by
I'm biding my time
For more
(I want it more, I want it more)
I want it more, yeah
(I need it more, I need it more)

[Verse: Zen Stokely]
At the heart of all activity I'm moving like a Pacemaker
Discarded the toxic masculinity and gained favor
So you could either be a critic or a game changer
I'm The Chronicles of Riddick to the nay-sayers
Caped crusader, Rondo Paper
Chilling in the cosmos, Cosmo Kramer
King Hill lawn-mow, drop-low taper
Archer with the long-bow, stronghold major
Style grease like Blue Magic, Percy Jackson with the static
Feasting like a newborn, Chiefing when I'm chewing magnets
Boost Mobile chirping, remember when we had a phone?
Birds on a wire, like we watching Indiana Jones?
Out in Indiana in pajamas from a catacomb
Antennas speaking while you peek into a rabbit hole
I've been grounded like some coffee, that's a frappe to go
Splash the soul, acceptance is to have control
[Chorus: Marcus Lee]
Switching lanes and switching schools of thought
And I won't change it, I'll take you to war
Yeah, I no longer idle by
I'm biding my time
For more
(I want it more, I want it more)
I want it more, yeah
(I need it more, I need it more)

[Verse: Smith the Poet]
More than pretty, I'm convinced
Ain't no pity if you're pissed
Fucking pillage for your bliss
Still piss? You pricks...
Like the gimmicks? Just the gist
Cryptic keys the favor fixed
Fucking sic 'em, paint a flick
I'd watch your 6
As we plummet for a bit
Learn to love it, life a bitch
Burning bridges with a glimpse
So crisp her spliff
Got me holy for a hit
I meant only for a bit... shit
Coexist with the clique
Reminisce off script
Split the diff, in the pit
Smoking cosmic ploys
Like a frostbit fluke
This nostalgic void
Just the quantum soup
Yeah, the constant clear
I believe in you
Put that shit in gear
We ain't here to lose
More than miniscule, Brittle Blues
You!
[Chorus: Marcus Lee]
Switching lanes and switching schools of thought
And I won't change it, I'll take you to war
(Take you to war, take you to war, take you to war...)
I no longer idle by
I'm biding my time
For more
More! More!
I need it more
More, More, yeah