Busdriver, Terra Lopez - Retirement Ode lyrics

The chef used during the seven days in
Which Perfect Hair was recorded cost roughly
Everything

Oh shoot (yeah) driver! Ohh

Hi, I'm Regan I don't rap for free
And listen I’ve got a bachelors
Degree, but you knew that, come on
And still you never would admit
How sick I've become
This year my pigment’s bluer
What am I, a crip from hoover?
Oh, no, It’s a malignant tumour!
Oh, I knew it come on!
And still you never would admit
How sick I’ve become

This is "Perfect Hair" by Busdriver
It costs 146 million US dollars to make
The musical accompaniment on tracks


5 through 12, cost 6000 euros each
The backup singers used on
Tracks 1 through 3
Cost 3500 US dollars per take
The studio time at our home studios cost half
A million Brazilian reals per lockout session

I'm a frequent flyer and a decent liar
And that's a lie in it'self
But, you knew that, come on
And still you never would admit
How sick I've become

I eat my food raw grew up bourgeois
Now I run game like a cue ball
But, you knew that, come on
And so you'll never admit
How sick I've become i'm not a cool dad
Nor a new fad
I'm my daughter's own private enigma, come on
And still she never could admit
How sick I've become

I'm dope as fuck i know what's up
And I did not blow up but you knew that
Come on and so you never would admit
How sick I always was

My clothes are dirty and I'm over thirty
And you can't quit me cold
Turkey but you knew that, come on
It's about time we've admitted how
Sick this has become

I'm no one
And everywhere I only breathe heavy air
But, you knew that, come on
Why can't we admit how sick this has become?

I used to wake up at noon to punch the moon
And fuck my life in her puncture wound
Come on