The lorde's prayer in a lower fidelity

[Verse 1: milo] Busy myself with making understanding understood Stand tall under thatched hut roof forming discord's tunes At the House of Pizza, ate a slew of mozzarella sticks Feeling like a rescue team helicopter, that’s propeller sticks We be the rap what Keynes be Locke Face froze like he seen Leviathan enter the spot Is he poor writing emails to Saint Isidore Response letter read "Milo needs to get out more" The true heir of Isildur, bumbling black Seto Kaiba Can still taste the riboflavin in your saliva Still humming along while civilizing an 85'er [Hook: milo] (x2) If the gesture were infinite and this were a tennis court I would’ve participated, I would’ve been a better sport I would’ve tried a little harder, I would’ve been like yeah [Verse 2: milo] When I roamed never paid attention to which way Left pocket was a dual action comb switchblade Carving a niggas face will simply end all this dismay Pick your poison or destiny It’s not important to present the best to me [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3: milo] At a point in life where I refer to microwaving as cooking And the nasty thing is brewing or looking At a point in life where I prefer AC to Zephyr breeze Much rather a symphony of simple things colluding Masses obtrusive intruding I’m holding onto the little things I’m pompous and little green But cautious to never grasp the prophet for a little spring Need a large summer to hide the prophets of dark wonder Rapped until he could afford to purchase the building Of sorcerer, really a sorcerer building [Outro: milo] Landed gentry in the service of Hellfyre computer club forever and ever, amen