[Verse 1: Anthony Baker]
Throw a little something in that orange juice
... and drink the troubles away
Hook: [2x]
Sitting inside of a motel watching eurovison
Pick-pocket a con-artist find some euro missin'
I prefer hoes trippith
When they hear my noise
Realize it ain't noise its an art
It ain't noise it's an art
(something like pica**o and...)
Realize it ain't noise its an art
(a little like Da Vinci did...)
It ain't noise its an art
(Michelangelo...)
Hear my lyrics go and pick that sh** apart like...
Possessed by an idea
They love that sh** I think up kick my feet up
Go and dream up
These astral's inhabited by all these demons
Been chasing me for three months
Plenty that I'm dippin' from
But there ain't many that I've seen run
Orange juice half the cup
To the brink with rum
Deceiving suns many moons that I'm ghost
Blue moon -comatose the state
Tryna peace this world and society indulgin' in hate
Pullin' more than my weight
In this clique that I be with
Painting mosaics over Q's MPC kicks
Best believe kid
Is ill-est up out of the valley
And f** pledgin' allegiance
We rebels -imperial valley
Inferior sermon interior words
Is draped in virgins minds
The original oeuvre
Was nostalgia myth and herb combined
My clockwork is now orange
Vodka pourin' at
Four in the AM
My day ends when my minds at ease
I'll bring the rhymes if you provide the drinks
All I'm yearning at the moment
Is some to think -a night to sleep
Knowledge siphoning
From some Huxley
My soul is sold the day I'm dipped in gold
Standing atop the Eiffel T
And all these hoes wanna f** me
And all these hoes wanna f** me
sh** you will if you lucky
Sitting inside of a motel
(watchin' eurovison)
Sitting inside of a motel
(watchin' eurovision)
Now some euro missin'