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Stars that shine
Stars that shine
Stars that shine
Stars that shine
[verse 1: Cap'n Footbags]
If you step to me, like you would to Michael Bivins
Less fucks couldn't even be given
I've got a penchant for raps, it's more a must than a driven
Gas up the rap-whip, everybody get in!
Beeline to the rap mezzanine with the
Eye of a feathered dog shittin' on the scene
Stackin' the greens, fuckin' eatin' poutine
"No promises," my only guarantee
See these feet? I'm puttin' bags on 'em
To step correct; to keep the shit off 'em
Precise like ballistic logistics
Kick the shit, but I don't get it twisted
Rhymes cold, blast on bold
The homies in the spot, the Necessary-O's
I reach into my pocket, put a stack upon the set
This one's on me, fellas. (Word?) You bet!
[verse 2: Grandpa]
I mean, a pen ain't a pen because I say it's a pen, man
It IS. Can I get a witness? Handle your biz
Gravity deniers get squashed on the drop
Bobby Johnson at the crossroads, stuck at 4-way stop
Nowadays, I don't roll 'em up to cash in my dimes
Is it healthy that these selfies mark the passage of time?
It could be a "small world" if we all sing the right song
Instead, they just wanna find a thread they can fight on
I used to love Ariel Pink, now he's right gone
Condemned building, nobody's home, with no lights on
Tell me what the hell is wrong with y'all?
Apparent heirs split hairs with a wrecking ball
I meant no disrespect to any of you
But I was chopping samples on a Pentium II
On that old school punk, like "we don't care"
Go practice falling over, swear I'll be right there
[verse 3 intro: Jesse Dangerously]
Ah, the stars are out
Or are they?
For my part
[verse 3: Jesse Dangerously]
I'm not convinced that stars do shine
The only stars that I know get lit off the moonshine
That's when the lycanthrope goes lupine
I walk my tightened rope, fall, and lie supine
Acting out my real-time pantomime prophecy
Passing out often for its anodyne properties
Trying not to be a problem for once, we are
Low-hanging fruits, gathered all in a bunch
Call it a hunch, I seem to know a awful lot for a idiot
Or could it be my surface-level dearth is perfidious?
Your prettiest penny couldn't buy my lost thoughts
That I broadcast, freely, from each WiFi hotspot
Byzantine, Ottoman, now you got it and paid
Bottom dollar for my long-forgotten rodomontade
Hot in the shade, I am the one that got a way with words
My star sign just says, "DO NOT DISTURB"
Say hi to 2Pac Shakur on your moonwalk, messieur
Play these beats to lose your boom box insurance
Last warning! After this, I'm counting down from ten
You better disappear like ink from a clown's fountain pen
I'm a valley girl surrounded by mountain men, strange and
Titanic - express my full range of dynamics
I came to my senses uninvited and underdressed and
Took my leave under duress, nonetheless
Stars that shine
Stars that shine
Stars that shine
Stars that shine
[verse 1: Cap'n Footbags]
If you step to me, like you would to Michael Bivins
Less fucks couldn't even be given
I've got a penchant for raps, it's more a must than a driven
Gas up the rap-whip, everybody get in!
Beeline to the rap mezzanine with the
Eye of a feathered dog shittin' on the scene
Stackin' the greens, fuckin' eatin' poutine
"No promises," my only guarantee
See these feet? I'm puttin' bags on 'em
To step correct; to keep the shit off 'em
Precise like ballistic logistics
Kick the shit, but I don't get it twisted
Rhymes cold, blast on bold
The homies in the spot, the Necessary-O's
I reach into my pocket, put a stack upon the set
This one's on me, fellas. (Word?) You bet!
[verse 2: Grandpa]
I mean, a pen ain't a pen because I say it's a pen, man
It IS. Can I get a witness? Handle your biz
Gravity deniers get squashed on the drop
Bobby Johnson at the crossroads, stuck at 4-way stop
Nowadays, I don't roll 'em up to cash in my dimes
Is it healthy that these selfies mark the passage of time?
It could be a "small world" if we all sing the right song
Instead, they just wanna find a thread they can fight on
I used to love Ariel Pink, now he's right gone
Condemned building, nobody's home, with no lights on
Tell me what the hell is wrong with y'all?
Apparent heirs split hairs with a wrecking ball
I meant no disrespect to any of you
But I was chopping samples on a Pentium II
On that old school punk, like "we don't care"
Go practice falling over, swear I'll be right there
[verse 3 intro: Jesse Dangerously]
Ah, the stars are out
Or are they?
For my part
[verse 3: Jesse Dangerously]
I'm not convinced that stars do shine
The only stars that I know get lit off the moonshine
That's when the lycanthrope goes lupine
I walk my tightened rope, fall, and lie supine
Acting out my real-time pantomime prophecy
Passing out often for its anodyne properties
Trying not to be a problem for once, we are
Low-hanging fruits, gathered all in a bunch
Call it a hunch, I seem to know a awful lot for a idiot
Or could it be my surface-level dearth is perfidious?
Your prettiest penny couldn't buy my lost thoughts
That I broadcast, freely, from each WiFi hotspot
Byzantine, Ottoman, now you got it and paid
Bottom dollar for my long-forgotten rodomontade
Hot in the shade, I am the one that got a way with words
My star sign just says, "DO NOT DISTURB"
Say hi to 2Pac Shakur on your moonwalk, messieur
Play these beats to lose your boom box insurance
Last warning! After this, I'm counting down from ten
You better disappear like ink from a clown's fountain pen
I'm a valley girl surrounded by mountain men, strange and
Titanic - express my full range of dynamics
I came to my senses uninvited and underdressed and
Took my leave under duress, nonetheless
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