Flying Lotus - Monkey sh** lyrics

[Verse: Langston Thoreau] I'm hanging on the side of a building With a white woman in my hand... (Sportsman) Knock down fighter pilots like I'm rector First time you heard me, I'm a freshman My 'cane is adjacent with lessons, no questions All patience, the pain when we're tested Seventh day restin', write for all six Back up on the bike like I never lost it I'm talking 'bout flight with a mic and a pen And dream with a drive kept alive with the win Again against the wall and a bucket with the crabs Taught many sk**s when I grew, dropped a mag But I got it back when I walked with a chimp like A pimp when he limped, when I talk with my dick I never figure out, but I shout it with my mouth East coast feel but my hustle's down south Sitting stateside but my mind's out the house No doubt I'm playin' beans, this is what I'm all about Dollars make sense, let the rent, get paid Dream of spaceships but for now its paper planes Dollars make sense, let the rent, get paid Dream of spaceships but for now its paper planes