Busdriver - Everyday Oblivion lyrics

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Busdriver - Everyday Oblivion lyrics

[Verse 1: Busdriver] I'm at the currency exchange with an armored guard wearing a (OH!) Motherf**ing penguin suit (OH!) You know I can't keep the bank in the loop (OH!) They underestimate the value of my language soup What I'm exactly paid so I tax evade (OH!) I've manufactured every single black cliché but I've got a problem I don't know how to raise children I just know how to raise money Without a percentage being withheld Without giving any to strippers who sniff rails I can sell anything, split a cell Give gigabytes of military intel To any government that doesn't kiss and tell Then write a musical starring Kim Cattrall In general my money's long, long gone That's why I'm selling DVD's in Hong Kong With a sad face oblong, I'm selling Pennywise shirts at the Warped tour Until I'm a Saudi Arabian warlord I mean… I'll k** puppies and deforest To get a plate of food from that smorgasbord ‘Cuz right now motherf**ers eat bleached orchids I think I need some reinforcements Somebody other than Dr. Spock cuz I'm raising an awkward tot Who doesn't understand that her father's not Able to pay that steep mortgage In a rat race I couldn't beat a tortoise And I can't afford to pay my keyboardist due to extreme poorness Can somebody out there tell me what a motherf**ing D chord is Now I just spit hot game ‘til my teeth taste like shell casings My hustle approach is hell raising I'm selling local businesses Yelp ratings Siphoning the run-off from the sewage treatment plant in Tijuana And I'm selling it to women in Beverly Hills as drinking water Now I'm so rich n***a I could eat an Iguana [Hook: Busdriver] (x7) I may not know anything But I know everything [Verse 2: Busdriver] Man I don't know sh** I'm your dip sh**, I'm your lazy bum But your job is easy I could get rich on the training run I don't know a thing about this enriched uranium But I'm volatile I'll blow a hole in this voting pole so smoke a pole And bread me out like I was an Arod or BasedGod And I'll play god Have execs jumping up like tased frogs Or I'm in the hospital breaking into several file cabinets Taking the identity of dead patients then filing for medical malpractice Y'all show a bias towards the manufacturers of cyborgs Not grandmothers on ironing boards or past leaders of Vice lords I'm outlining my meal plan By showing how my flow's so silly Because what you offer is real bland And tastes just like hobo chilli (oh no, really) [Hook: Busdriver] (x7) I may not know anything But I know everything [Nocando] I know anything I know everything I know everybody I've been everywhere I do all the things all the time I know anything [Verse 3: Busdriver] And I thought that my daughter could do anything There's an airforce on her tongue And there's an overdue bill on my mind And there's a million dollars in a song of mine And there's a lack of love in being on the grind A slice of sun I give it to you on your darkest days To fill that gapping hole that came with that garnished wage You ask me when does the pain stop I don't know man my home address is stageplot