Kimya Dawson, Aesop Rock - Miami Advice lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Kimya Dawson, Aesop Rock - Miami Advice lyrics]
I was feeling master blasted, lost my id
My anti-entity
And just because it's real to you
It isn't not pretend to me
And did you know my Elbro
Taught me positively everything
I never didn't know about double negativity
Have you been unfollowed
For misogynistic dickiness
Sitting home alone in a pool
Of your own stickiness
Jerking off to your own tweets
IPhone on the shitter
While you insult everybody else for
What they write on Twitter
My delivery is speedy, can you mc'feel me?
Banana midriff, so appealing
My head is in the clouds and
My feet are on the ceiling
The foundation is much uglier than
What it is concealing
Here's a little bit of Miami advice
For when your hand is down your pants
And there's a gun between your eyes
And she cocks it the minute
You cream your jeans
You say "Baby do you wanna
Ride my sound machine?"
She'll say "No" but she'll laugh and
Drop the gun I think?
And say "Do you wanna hear the
Story behind my new ink?"
And she'll say "Hey little man why can't
You see there is no spark?
Take off your socks put on your shoes
And go get eaten by a shark"
If I don't set aside time for
Writing songs I go insane
The stuff that's left unsaid just turns
To static in my brain
It's hard to get things done when
My head is full of craziness
It's when I am the busiest
That I seem the laziest
I'm sending off my monkeys on the
Backs of the pink elephants
So it doesn't matter if
My lyrics are irrelevant
Tossing out my thoughts like
Handfuls of confetti
Add a little strummy strum and
I feel better already
My delivery is speedy can you mc'feel me?
Banana midriff, so appealing
My head is in the clouds and
My feet are on the ceiling
The foundation is much uglier then
What it is concealing
I was feeling overrated
I was feeling under smarted
When you looked me in the eyes and
Then it smelled like someone farted
Was it man or was it beast or
Was it just my upper lip
Was it an Olympia hippie or just
A New York City hipster?
(What's the difference?)
As well all try hard to
Make this world better
If it's thrift or if it's vintage
It is still your grandpa's sweater
Either way three cheers for you
Cause it's better to reuse than to support
The corporations buying crap
They mass produce
You think, you think, you think
You think I'm preaching to the
Choir but I am not, i'm not
I'm singing with the choir we are all birds
Birds of a different feather
We each sing the way we sing and
We are all in this together
You think I'm preaching to the choir but
I'm not, I'm not, I'm not
I'm singing with the choir again
I am, I am, I am, I am
We are all in this together
My anti-entity
And just because it's real to you
It isn't not pretend to me
And did you know my Elbro
Taught me positively everything
I never didn't know about double negativity
Have you been unfollowed
For misogynistic dickiness
Sitting home alone in a pool
Of your own stickiness
Jerking off to your own tweets
IPhone on the shitter
While you insult everybody else for
What they write on Twitter
My delivery is speedy, can you mc'feel me?
Banana midriff, so appealing
My head is in the clouds and
My feet are on the ceiling
The foundation is much uglier than
What it is concealing
Here's a little bit of Miami advice
For when your hand is down your pants
And there's a gun between your eyes
And she cocks it the minute
You cream your jeans
You say "Baby do you wanna
Ride my sound machine?"
She'll say "No" but she'll laugh and
Drop the gun I think?
And say "Do you wanna hear the
Story behind my new ink?"
And she'll say "Hey little man why can't
You see there is no spark?
Take off your socks put on your shoes
And go get eaten by a shark"
If I don't set aside time for
Writing songs I go insane
The stuff that's left unsaid just turns
To static in my brain
It's hard to get things done when
My head is full of craziness
It's when I am the busiest
That I seem the laziest
I'm sending off my monkeys on the
Backs of the pink elephants
So it doesn't matter if
My lyrics are irrelevant
Tossing out my thoughts like
Handfuls of confetti
Add a little strummy strum and
I feel better already
My delivery is speedy can you mc'feel me?
Banana midriff, so appealing
My head is in the clouds and
My feet are on the ceiling
The foundation is much uglier then
What it is concealing
I was feeling overrated
I was feeling under smarted
When you looked me in the eyes and
Then it smelled like someone farted
Was it man or was it beast or
Was it just my upper lip
Was it an Olympia hippie or just
A New York City hipster?
(What's the difference?)
As well all try hard to
Make this world better
If it's thrift or if it's vintage
It is still your grandpa's sweater
Either way three cheers for you
Cause it's better to reuse than to support
The corporations buying crap
They mass produce
You think, you think, you think
You think I'm preaching to the
Choir but I am not, i'm not
I'm singing with the choir we are all birds
Birds of a different feather
We each sing the way we sing and
We are all in this together
You think I'm preaching to the choir but
I'm not, I'm not, I'm not
I'm singing with the choir again
I am, I am, I am, I am
We are all in this together