Ethereal Driftwood

[Verse 1] Y'all want to see tits and ass Street grit and sass As beatniks smoking grass on holiday You're looking for a grievance to mask, preferably with a fetus in the trash While you eat quiche and laugh on the Champs-Elysee I'm not down with that B-list staff As they yell out Jesus at mass I'll be laughing while I knead this mish-mash of pottery clay An appropriated grease-slick slab, posted up as a meat stick add But I make the average moviegoer too seasick and sad And I'm too caustic to run for office or be expunged For my agnostic plunge So what I've accomplish and done, is viewed as an off-setted pun By the posh and young tastemakers An overdone tame premise I jump from the plane wreckage Unscathed yet sunbathed in the rigors of a bass pluck Pop culture's lame vestiges, I'm an ordained pessimist With hippie-qualms and Sticky bombs to deter the tank-truck I'm good for a belly laugh Covered in a blanket of ash Leaving with an ankle cast But sometimes I feel that… [Hook] I don't have what you want So won't you accept my humble offerings Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood When you're on the plane alive with water wings You'll think,'I didn't know surrendering felt this good' I don't have what you want So won't you accept my humble offerings [Verse 2] They want semantics and sniveling Grams to sniff on a triple-beam To be hand-picked for a little scene In a student film All I have is pamphlets full of liberal zing Antihistamines in a syringe-sling A shanty for this fitted king Of uprooted elm And they've been given solar-powered cars Trail mix and power bars Upturned tarot cards They want to be heralded by wishful teens In stretch-Hummers and limousines They're beyond medicinal means But I gave them a protagonist The color of cinnamon and mahogany Filtered through award-winning cinematography And the motherfucking discography of a G If you don't like it then kick rocks I'm pre-history's disc-jock Yeah, I know what you wanted homie But I never had the shit in-stock [Hook] I don't have what you want So won't you accept my humble offerings Broken TV sets as ethereal driftwood When you're on the plane alive with water wings You'll think 'I didn't know surrendering felt this good' I don't have what you want So won't you accept my humble offerings…