Milo - Lester Freamon Toe-Taps the Blues lyrics
[Milo - Lester Freamon Toe-Taps the Blues lyrics]
Opportunity's knock was really just
The pizza man
I have the unactualized potential
Of seven human beings
Trapped in this frail frame with ashy knees
I roll this desecrated corpse out of
Bed with the strength of Hercules
Brewing a cup of coffee is
No small fucking feat!
Matter of fact, neither is shuffling my feet
I'm prone to mumbling
Because my mind is a rock-garden
That you stumbled in
At them we thumb our noses upwards
And I swear to God I'd give my
Life for one of my brothers
You can be Donnie Darko
I'm more like Donnie Brasco
I'll always be poor
That way I keep the taxes low
I'm an imposter, this genre is incorrect
I just wanted to be the next Inspectah Deck
I think I'm really alive
And while that's really good enough for me
I used to waste prayers so other
Rap guys would like my songs
And I read the Tao Te Ching
And realized I was completely wrong
I guess it could be Either
Or like Kierkegaard
I swear I hate these rappers
As much as Tipper Gore
Even so, I should build a better rapport
If all else fails
I'll open up a bodega or corner store
Honey buns is ten cents
Barrel juices for a nickel
My father taught me how to get
Myself out of a pickle i got a dream where I
Drink milk from glass bottles
And I don't own a car
Or anything with a throttle
I'm picking gigantic apples
With Robin Pecknold
And even when the deck is stacked
I'll never fold
I'm pensive, yes, and at my dreamiest
If you couldn't tell, I don't drink
But I've been reading Boethius
My homies are boy-scouts who give
Directions with a compass rose
I'm a hornball who will
Probably hump your nose
I'm a slave to all my insecurities
And the tragic hero in a play by Euripides
Every single one of my heroes has let me down
But, I guess that's how a young man
Gets his feet off the ground
Look here, my Vonneguts
I'll probably have a hissy fit
A rocket scientist whose day
Job is picking nit's
I'm sort of like the Alton Brown of this shit
I wish hospital gift stores sold hugs
I live decadently with thrifted Persian rugs
Sitting in one place, meditating for eons
Is how I managed to feel so great
Surrounded by peons
I don't mean to get so egotistical
Fumbling with the words to
This old negro spiritual
I live in Wisconsin
I've never met Justin Vernon
Should I abandon this life to
Be a busslin' herdsman?
I've flirted with girls who only spoke Farsi
I feel at home in a cabin, on Lake Eskutassis
I cry every time I
Watch the Shawshank Redemption
I'm not angry with Young
Money Cash Money Billionaires
But when these walls fall down
I know who'll be ill-prepared
Opportunity's knock was really just
The pizza man
The pizza man
I have the unactualized potential
Of seven human beings
Trapped in this frail frame with ashy knees
I roll this desecrated corpse out of
Bed with the strength of Hercules
Brewing a cup of coffee is
No small fucking feat!
Matter of fact, neither is shuffling my feet
I'm prone to mumbling
Because my mind is a rock-garden
That you stumbled in
At them we thumb our noses upwards
And I swear to God I'd give my
Life for one of my brothers
You can be Donnie Darko
I'm more like Donnie Brasco
I'll always be poor
That way I keep the taxes low
I'm an imposter, this genre is incorrect
I just wanted to be the next Inspectah Deck
I think I'm really alive
And while that's really good enough for me
I used to waste prayers so other
Rap guys would like my songs
And I read the Tao Te Ching
And realized I was completely wrong
I guess it could be Either
Or like Kierkegaard
I swear I hate these rappers
As much as Tipper Gore
Even so, I should build a better rapport
If all else fails
I'll open up a bodega or corner store
Honey buns is ten cents
Barrel juices for a nickel
My father taught me how to get
Myself out of a pickle i got a dream where I
Drink milk from glass bottles
And I don't own a car
Or anything with a throttle
I'm picking gigantic apples
With Robin Pecknold
And even when the deck is stacked
I'll never fold
I'm pensive, yes, and at my dreamiest
If you couldn't tell, I don't drink
But I've been reading Boethius
My homies are boy-scouts who give
Directions with a compass rose
I'm a hornball who will
Probably hump your nose
I'm a slave to all my insecurities
And the tragic hero in a play by Euripides
Every single one of my heroes has let me down
But, I guess that's how a young man
Gets his feet off the ground
Look here, my Vonneguts
I'll probably have a hissy fit
A rocket scientist whose day
Job is picking nit's
I'm sort of like the Alton Brown of this shit
I wish hospital gift stores sold hugs
I live decadently with thrifted Persian rugs
Sitting in one place, meditating for eons
Is how I managed to feel so great
Surrounded by peons
I don't mean to get so egotistical
Fumbling with the words to
This old negro spiritual
I live in Wisconsin
I've never met Justin Vernon
Should I abandon this life to
Be a busslin' herdsman?
I've flirted with girls who only spoke Farsi
I feel at home in a cabin, on Lake Eskutassis
I cry every time I
Watch the Shawshank Redemption
I'm not angry with Young
Money Cash Money Billionaires
But when these walls fall down
I know who'll be ill-prepared
Opportunity's knock was really just
The pizza man