J Dilla - Mellow lyrics

Alright so, this is what happens when you write at 3 in the morning and you're tired as f** I'm floating on a cirrus Mirrors reflecting off of the sky and I can see us In perfect harmony, Cupid worked his archery Aimed for the heart and he done bulls-eyed his target Enough with the malarkey, sick of women acting snarky Accept the way I am, I'm not changing for your parties I am hardly the party-type, I'm rather mellow I don't want to see teens grind to Black and Yellow I prefer be at home with my words and my dome Or at the lake practicing the curving of stones I can never get them to jump They always sink to the depths with the rest of them chumps I'm a venomous monk, still k**ing them with kindness Perform good deeds, leaving villainous reminders I'm feeling like a giant and this innocence inside us Is amplifying the lessons that the syllabus denied us Writers write us, do-what-is-righters I'm riding round writing rights until I get arthritis My minus sinuses'll take time to turn back to positive So I'll be digging down dirt till I discover China Why the "kinda sorta"? Believing in my doubts Easing up the route for the season in the South Degrees be hitting thousands, I'm not even counting Cool over hot, but the sun's giving counseling Wonder, one of a kind, you're like no other Still winning these 1-Ups when I'm playing GameBoy Color Picking smart, Linkin Park, listening, I'm feeling number Than a plumber ghetto-stomping Koopas and Gumbas Or Goombas, caroomba, carumba, hit me on my Tumblr Only posted, once, once, when I was sitting under The weather, it all comes together Forever endeavor until never becomes an ever And it's clever when you think about it, yeah, all the things you doubted Or believed, achieved a piece of experience out it Loudest, inside but not the surface Express yourself, don't live life without a purpose These serpents always try to bite you like it's Slytherin My Gryffindor sword is sworn is slay hypocrites And it is just crazy, met you just lately Give me them digits and missus, I'll call you maybe I'm not the type to play the field, but for real Seems like all a girl wants nowadays is to chill With one dude one day and another dude the next They party all night and have booze and s** There is no rest, every year they get trashier I praise the old-school chicks who stay cla**ier I'm way happier when I'm "tied down" Cus I know the ropes, give a princess my crown Now it's coming back like a boomerang What goes around comes around like they used to say Shouts to Dumile for keeping my rules in place And to the haters for failing to keep my mood enraged Cue the stage, aim the spotlight and center it Yeah, I spit the truth, but they not like the evidence Pac-type message sent: we all get depressed But if there's room for some betterment, the story hasn't ended yet