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Lester Freamon Toe-Taps the Blues

Milo

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Tekst piosenki
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 nits 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
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