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Kn-Kn-Kn-Knockin on the sky
Rearranging the clouds
Just enough to huff and write names in the residue
They all mean something
Even those I deny
Bold, italic, underlined, white swirls through my baby blue
Got love for many but miss few
While I cover my ears as to not hear of my issues, I'm not here
I've been clocked out since 02
Sixteen is when got lost in my first 16
And I remember every word like they were vows to my future self
Music heals the deep wounds that sutures don't help
If I got an extra man for every witch I've had to melt
I'd skin the day and keep the pelt safety pinned to my collar
Superman-ist of mantis men
Demons marchin in tens
I eat the first and hawk the skeleton
Domino effect the rest of them, excellence strived
The list of things for which I'd die is so wet and illegible
All I can make out is my pride
I ain't in the music business, I'm in the business of minding mine
And business is a boomin, the moves I'm making are workin fine
And everytime I get down
It's like you're watchin the planets collide
This is my Milky Way rain dance,
Dance like no ones watching and even if they is
I could give a flying missionary posish, I've found my niche
So when I'm in the pit f*ckin up yo shit
Blame The Farmer it's his beat that got blood drippin from yo lip
And I'm on it, on it, on it, come find me in CA
Cookin up dope flows to drum-n-bass in an attempt to melt your face
It ain't nothin new
It's something we do and we do it proper
Grime it up and add the wobble just to drown out all the talkers, for sport
I scale buildings while I swat at helicopters
Wit a white bitch on my shoulder, count the floors until I drop her
I'm kind of a big deal
It goes; music, family, me, then gettin pussy, so you're kind of the 5th wheel
Nah Nah, Nah Nah
Guess who isn't listening
Fingers in my ears is usually what that means
Gooooo
Awaaaaaay
I don't like the sound of your face
Nah Nah, Nah Nah
Guess who isn't listening
Fingers in my ears is usually what that means
Gooooo
Awaaaaaay
I don't like the sound of your face
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Kn-Kn-Kn-Knockin on the sky
Rearranging the clouds
Just enough to huff and write names in the residue
They all mean something
Even those I deny
Bold, italic, underlined, white swirls through my baby blue
Got love for many but miss few
While I cover my ears as to not hear of my issues, I'm not here
I've been clocked out since 02
Sixteen is when got lost in my first 16
And I remember every word like they were vows to my future self
Music heals the deep wounds that sutures don't help
If I got an extra man for every witch I've had to melt
I'd skin the day and keep the pelt safety pinned to my collar
Superman-ist of mantis men
Demons marchin in tens
I eat the first and hawk the skeleton
Domino effect the rest of them, excellence strived
The list of things for which I'd die is so wet and illegible
All I can make out is my pride
I ain't in the music business, I'm in the business of minding mine
And business is a boomin, the moves I'm making are workin fine
And everytime I get down
It's like you're watchin the planets collide
This is my Milky Way rain dance,
Dance like no ones watching and even if they is
I could give a flying missionary posish, I've found my niche
So when I'm in the pit f*ckin up yo shit
Blame The Farmer it's his beat that got blood drippin from yo lip
And I'm on it, on it, on it, come find me in CA
Cookin up dope flows to drum-n-bass in an attempt to melt your face
It ain't nothin new
It's something we do and we do it proper
Grime it up and add the wobble just to drown out all the talkers, for sport
I scale buildings while I swat at helicopters
Wit a white bitch on my shoulder, count the floors until I drop her
I'm kind of a big deal
It goes; music, family, me, then gettin pussy, so you're kind of the 5th wheel
Nah Nah, Nah Nah
Guess who isn't listening
Fingers in my ears is usually what that means
Gooooo
Awaaaaaay
I don't like the sound of your face
Nah Nah, Nah Nah
Guess who isn't listening
Fingers in my ears is usually what that means
Gooooo
Awaaaaaay
I don't like the sound of your face
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Writer: Christopher Hayes
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