Busdriver, Open Mike Eagle, Milo - All Pastel Everything lyrics

We’re not gonna quit
That’s the popular myth of our ancestors
Wallow in
Drop to the pit with a sock on my prick
And my hands severed
I got one option to pick in an ominous grip
Of a planned centure
I take it cause I'm no apologist
For the chocolate chips that
Make a man's center
I’m where a hollow abyss
And an obelisk can stand together while
You’re out talkin' that shit
Those innocous crips they fan embers
At the book burnings
When I jot down the script
My god is a bitch who’s transgendered
Up and dropped off a fifth on a
Modular synth, it’s a great gesture, nigga
(the opt of a gist when a cop
Is a fit for a clansmember)
It’s on the top of your list
A pop of the clip
Withstands pressure and squeeze
(Now shot to shift?, my) was a damn treasure
And you are lost to the mist
Cause you're not equipped to
Be man's successor
I'm the next step when the postular swiss
Leave tropical fish that swam together
(But, you hate front me cause
The bottle is thick)
And my skin colour is a tan leather
But, I can start you over, let me
Paint you, I can paint you ’cause
I can never hate you
Let me paint you, I wrote a riddle in a dream
And it came true
Riding around town selling bottles
Of this oowee
From the moon like these other fools can’t do
Let me paint you, I wrote a riddle in a dream
And it came true
Riding around town selling bottles
Of this oowee
From the moon like these other fools can’t do

They handed us the precious stones
To keep your flesh and bones
Dancing in infected zones
And that philosopher’s rock is
Just a stepping stone
The higher goal is putting
Stutters in your metronomes
And we can lock this whole
Vibe in a quarantine
My brothers hover in the sky
Like they war machine
The first moment's like a
High dose of Thorazine
That when the chorus sings I swear to life
I see an old forest Brontasaurus scene
And three enormous kings, the Eye of Horus
Start recording while hornet stings
My vital organs vibrate like a super-string
Spin the black circle till it
Sprouts Mini Cooper wings
We got the doubts so had to
Slow it down to bulletspeed
And fast forward as back where it used to
Be before king Cooper introduces
You to user-read keep a journal ’cause my
Future is confusing me
It’s looping beautifully

Let me paint you, I wrote a riddle in a dream
And it came true
Riding around town selling bottles
Of this oowee
From the moon like these other fools can’t do
Let me paint you, I wrote a riddle in a dream
And it came true
Riding around town selling bottles
Of this oowee
From the moon like these other fools can’t do

Paint me a comet that I've never seen
One that can’t be mistaken for anything
Likethe center of the sun
Paint me a comet that I've never seen
One that can’t be mistaken for anything

(I was born a king i was born a king)

I sat by my secret window to draft a thesis
On stretch limos as they
Pertain to black Jesus
And nascent bimbos destined to
Consume crack pieces and why come it’s never
Gringos who lack visas
To work food trucks and
Make tasty snack tazers
I felt it's reverberations through my hipbone
And I spoke the truth through
Wide nigga lips syndrome
That’s why accidental racism was just
A thorn to me
Mike Eagle keeps telling me that
I was born a king
They could not possibly afford the thing
That they came to seek
They try to tame the meak
They’d have to pain their feet
And speak daintily
They couldn’t pay off these plaintiffs
With their plane receipts
And I have found purpose from the pain in me
The days will pass and my curls will
Begin to look more like a crown
And I hear Alex Haley's ghost speak
In Morse code without a sound