Retirement Ode

[Intro/ Interlude 1] The chef used during the seven days in which perfect hair was recorded cost roughly Everything Oh shoot (yeah) Driver! Ohh [Verse 1: Busdriver] I am Regan I don't rap for free And yes 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 (Cuts to the Second Interlude) [Interlude 2] 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 [Verse 2: Busdriver] I'm a frequent flyer And a decent liar And that's a lie in itself 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 Never 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 [Verse 3: Busdriver] 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 [Outro] Come on