Two Notes (Feat. Barny Fletcher)

My charisma this evening be knee deep in the ceiling I'll rip you apart but leave eyes, yeah the jeans that you be in I'm a seasonal demon, I check w-w-w-weight Cleaning my plates 'til they glisten Lick 'em in sideway figures of eight Cause I'mma light years ahead, like yeah, you dead I'm glad you made it for the saturated flow though And that's a great approach but for the main show I'm tryna' make it so my domain is just unobtainable My contacts will cataract your gang of rats I'm Hades in HD spit out the Adderall I see flames and red, I'm AMC the talking dead Halo hangs on my rack of hats, shotgun stays in the cabinet, whoa You're kinda funny Acting clueless like Monsanto do bout, poisoning tummies Already poison in me from eating hoisin and kimchi I stare into the void and say 'oh boy I don't got it in me' You so damn obvious I catch thieves in my sleep and might start messing with mafias It's not that I am confident, just not afraid of the consequence Not afraid of the critics, I ape, I mock all you mimics, listen 'Caw' the call of the crows, they follow me where I go They help me remember faces and sing for me at my shows I don't, don't catch bodies no, I catch hotties though In a lobby in Wyoming with Arapahos New semester, classroom 3 I want you sat next to me I don't wanna another year of loving someone who don't even know of my existence you know how to make an entrance Why not shine on me Or maybe you could try at least 'Cause you fly as bees We could climb on trees Verse Whole lotta little stories circulating from the lips Tryna' give a chapstick, for getting on with my shit A rebel without a pause, a snooze, without a quit I bring the noise, they turn it up to a level more adequate My dentist said Are you here for the sedatives Nah I came for the crown, cos it's sensitive I lean back, breathe in, and west I drift Wake up with gold in my mouth and an apprenticeship Before I start, I hope I haven't bitten more than I chew But that's the cold fact and it really rings true We leave rooted makers nameless yet make stupid fakers famous 'We like watching them, they do the stupid shit, we won't do' Mayday mayday I'm a psychic on the run Mayday mayday you in trouble May daisy chains guard your bubble May crazy rains bestow you May hungry flames singe your stubble I'm a psychic on the run That's a medium at large Stroke my ego in interviews That's a media massage Look how quick he leaks huh That's a Julian Assange See I'm quick to catch a snitch Pree my Harry Potter scars Now we setting the bar Open a bottle have some Moscato I'm with Shadow in Colorado The Rockies will fall undoubtedly Avalanches surrounding me It's a deadly combination Better jump on the count of 3, yeeah Dancing in the street we don't give a fuck They say turn it down, so we turn it up Keep it playing loud so they call a cop Are you gonna leave Say we will but we fuckin' won't Dancing in the street we don't give a fuck They say turn it down, so we turn it up Keep it playing loud so they call a cop Are you gonna leave Say we will but we fuckin' won't Ah shit, what a tiresome day You are my kin like a nice brûlée See, I got A's all through my high school days And when I say A's, I ain't mean in grades I mean dames with braids and some Janes with manes I used to sleep in Geometry 'cause I ain't in shape I'm on a word rollercoaster I should print the lyrics and put 'em up on a poster Learn it like ya 'posed to I see she be walking over Tell me 'Send your girl a message and tell her that its over' X's and O, get up and go, red is my rose I eat breakfast in Tiffany The rumours are true man You're not my cuppa tea I like my own company This has been Two Notes Thank you Shadow for having me