Watching Me

Lyrics

[Quelle: Verse 1] Keys sound like they was played on Mastodon tusk Green leaves give heed, the astronaut jumps Tighten up like calfs in seven inch pumps Loosen up and laugh, there's no need to be pompous Just follow your nose, there's no need to be complex Cypher seems completed there's no need for a compass Lone Wolf, Will Ferrell, there's no need for accomplices But since the fam is here we get it popping Runnin' E on tree, don't worry 'cause I'm copping Number one rule, don't ever let the cops in We be so cool, they be like "Who let the jocks in?" It's a sweep, swiffer, yo F it, bring the mops it Bust hot shit with the same effort that you chop when She said "Quelle, you it's a pleasure that you dropped in I'm a big fan and love everything you rocking" I said "I love you too and I'm honored that you're watching... me" [Hook] I'm honored that you're watching me [4x] [Zeroh: Verse 2] Mad had a captain mast and generally privately No alabaster pillars that parallel the immortal soul Ain't got to wait but to meditate ain't affordable Just hijack a mindstate and wait and see where the portals go I'm sort of sure for chaotic plot assorted more Record [?], I could pull it out the last resort On fourth to pour a quart of Morgan and Coke and more Local coalition and compose mostly of misquotable vocal chords Crackle, like a ten-engine minute entropy Melenated waves and shapes raping, its men can eat Might as well kick with, wicked entities No enemies, goddamn I smell like a dispensary Buzz from the buds on how the bass blares a great snare Who cares if it's generic, you could save a little more You know that bullshit is like the real thing My nigga doesn't show, gusto no, fucks ratio is woah [Hook] [Verse 3: Jonwayne] Sitting on the Earth like a throne but feeling homesick I know I don't belong to such a place that eats the young So I look into the blue, in hopes that I could have a part In the clothes that I call home and the dome that's full of scars But if I was on Neptune looking at the Earth I'd feel the same as when I speak in foreign tongues and play the part Always looking for the science, never see the art But if you listen to me in between the ticks it's from the heart I don't really know if I can ever feel again They were pricking me with pins to see if I could really sin Because what is sinning but a compramise to bigger carpe diem For the minds try to make us feel that we could really dim I'm a light, what is light to us is dark to them That's why I never trip I'm just glad they let me use a pen Now really though, I don't need the dictation But I'm glad you chose to tune in to my station