Discussing Lanquidity with the Moor

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah Wrap a flip in a zip Like spot A random topic Say something again, say something again Something, bitch, damn, damn [Verse 1: SB The Moor] Doing dishes watching my life go down the sinkhole Didn't forget my name, that's how I know I gotta drink more Stepped onto the stage forgot my cup wasn't a microphone Then I looked out at the crowd before I rapped about my life alone Now the only thing that knows my story is some drank wine I only made ten dollars so I still don't pay the bank fines [Verse 2: Milo] Yo, still don't pay those bank fines Overwhelmed by my numerous advantages, I'm Overwhelmed by my numerous advantages I know the best rap songs aren't I know the best rap songs aren't cohesive thematically My granddaddy say bad days come automatically Ruby Yacht Redguard never heard saying woe is me Floating, vapid, bloated, on the moulding poetry He put the magic in my left hand [Verse 3: SB The Moor] Not in the right, not in the right Legal tender make a nigga hard I write all my advantages on a rap roleplaying game card Legal tender tend to make a nigga hard I write all my advantages on a rap roleplaying game card Then I make a PB&J with only whole wheat Subsist off that shit for a fucking whole week Forget all of my nightmares and I let my soul sleep I look into the abyss and the hole is deep [Verse 4: Milo] And the hole is deep And the hole is deep I like my hoes deep I guess we're mobbing deep While my own shallow soul feel like a quicksand pit At the table of life like "Where's the mixed man sit?" I know that heaven is the author of I know that heaven is the author of the virtue in me Copywrit by paupers who couldn't sense my urgency Same street corner where the urchin shepherd lunacy I know they want my secrets though So I try to be humble, succeed at being average On tour chewing hella elderberry tablets [Verse 5: SB The Moor] Like crunch crunch crunch Where the fuck is my lunch I wear a turtleneck rockin' and rollin' with only crew men Dressed up like a pilot but I never have been proven I never lost a limb or life I'm still at ninety-nine I never had a mind to find a problem residing inside of my mind I never had the time, or the earth But my mom and pop were blessed with the fucking golden birth And that's me [Verse 6: Milo] Yo SB and I, two manic fucking Jedi Hit the panic button and dip on the red eye I'm Spike Speigel with those long legs Thirteen, breakdancing with a bald fade Life is such a vicious windmill And you could lose your head, you could lose your head You see, Life is such a vicious fucking windmill You could lose your head That would be unfortunate If you lost your head, if you lost your head If you lost your head, if you lost your head