Heath McNease - Norweigan Wood lyrics

[Intro] From Georgia to Thailand --and back Sounds like it came from Thailand Yeah [Verse 1] I tiptoe inside the cypher, get the love that I want They're like, "Who's this Harry Potter, why's he luggin' his wand?" Why his empty pocket got him steady clutchin' them ones? A prince half-blooded, [?] it's stuck to his guns With more hard features than defense against the dark arts teachers Hogwarts said he got the Tony Stark features Me and Robert Downey watching Downton Abbey marathons I bet that something British happen while you ask me About the cast and, no I never got a call to be a butler or a Crawley Or an extra by the wall, so I exercise it off Squat-thrusts for the quadriceps Down to a copper head stance to a quadruped And what a watershed moment for your awkward set You learned to hold a fifty-seven like a proper vet Call your pontifex's offices You still a cross-indexed Loch Ness-looking monster with a cornish rex And rappers like me are just a dime a dozen A bunch of George Michael Bluth-like white McLovin's (buh duh buh buh buh) But your wife McLove it Her tousled hair might as well say [?] Champion sound, rewind selector I can't believe my teach wore these Levi's to lecture us Cash Friday, Cashmere Monday Paps did a lap drivin' last year's Hyundai It's good work if you can get it So is qualifying for an unemployment check if you can spend it I'm in my draws watchin' Cake Boss Think I'm being catfished by this pic of Kate Moss Think I'm calling Nev-- he can settle it in less than fifty minutes It was Christy Turlington who texted every single sentence Calvin Klein model? Former, if you being picky Formative years went from dormant to the beast that's in me Squeeze a milli, never milli or a semi It's the simian within me get me ill for Lauren Linney Freud would have a field day If I was poked and prodded by the King of transference science would a fail safe It's called "repression", homie A back catalog get through to my unconscious I don't wanna get arrested, homie Self-sabotage ten years and goin' strong I know you love The Notebook, girls, but Noah's wrong Don't you think the fact that author had to make him up Appeals to the logical mind that he was fake as us? And I won't fake the funk, I'll just bring the voice of reason Boisterous I'm seeing gets the pointillism treatment And George Seurat may sense from a mile away Point-blank distance, they dismissed it like my rhyme today And bump that yearly double extra-large freshman cypher I'll make a textbook from thought like the next MacGyver Never heard of rap before 'til you heard of Macklemore And now it's Cuban Link on daily in the valley store The Valley accent never even put antennas up But a Southern drawl make a sailor eat his spinach up Artichoke dip wrote a lot of pulp fiction A follow in the vault a little a model cult's wisdom Articles of linen started falling from the women For a quarter of a minute could've sworn that I was Lennon Make it rain like a Nor'easter should Wake up with nothing left but some Norwegian Wood What's good?