[Verse 1]
You can pop bottles with models in fancy bars
I'll be reading Aristotle but moaning dancing with the stars
When I close my eyes, I can visualise an echo
Hip hip is a puppy mill that's sponsered by Petco store clerks
The jerk's spamming twitter feeds with "Lets go."
We should have a fireplace
The type of space to meditate through the ugliest of dire straits
For some reason my toenails grow too rapidly
Reading Rumi and wishing that I knew myself actually
Every morning I burn myself at the coffee machine
Cause I'm pep talking a loser who's scared to follow his dreams
I'm Jamie Foxx and this is Any Given Sunday
With faulty d line[?] protecting my thoughts from their gunplay
If I'm not broken and faulty
Then I guess I'm a Vulcan who's balding
So I grow my afro hairs long and wonder where my pieces of flair have gone
[Verse 2]
Crip wrote a song called The vent in my consciousness
Expanded through a hole in my tent
I feel like a troll in some sense
Cause I'm monitoring this monitor like I'm patrolling a fence
(yeah)
And rap is just my foot post
The type of pen pal to make a very good host
When you come over on a cross-country visit
I'm all too eager to dismiss Newtonian physics
Why don't I live in a musty tree fort?
I'm the raging bull with a very weak snort
I just wanna buy a big chunk of land
And climb fig trees until I'm a great hunk of a man
We have no interest in reading very long biographies
That you people write in third person so obvious
You can pop bottles with models in fancy bars
I'll be reading Aristotle but moaning dancing with the stars
When I close my eyes, I can visualise an echo
Hip hip is a puppy mill that's sponsered by Petco store clerks
The jerk's spamming twitter feeds with "Lets go."
We should have a fireplace
The type of space to meditate through the ugliest of dire straits
For some reason my toenails grow too rapidly
Reading Rumi and wishing that I knew myself actually
Every morning I burn myself at the coffee machine
Cause I'm pep talking a loser who's scared to follow his dreams
I'm Jamie Foxx and this is Any Given Sunday
With faulty d line[?] protecting my thoughts from their gunplay
If I'm not broken and faulty
Then I guess I'm a Vulcan who's balding
So I grow my afro hairs long and wonder where my pieces of flair have gone
[Verse 2]
Crip wrote a song called The vent in my consciousness
Expanded through a hole in my tent
I feel like a troll in some sense
Cause I'm monitoring this monitor like I'm patrolling a fence
(yeah)
And rap is just my foot post
The type of pen pal to make a very good host
When you come over on a cross-country visit
I'm all too eager to dismiss Newtonian physics
Why don't I live in a musty tree fort?
I'm the raging bull with a very weak snort
I just wanna buy a big chunk of land
And climb fig trees until I'm a great hunk of a man
We have no interest in reading very long biographies
That you people write in third person so obvious
( milo )
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