Kimya Dawson - Miami Advice (feat. Aesop Rock) lyrics

I was feeling master blasted, lost my head, my anti-entity And just because it's real to it isn't not pretend to me And did you know my el' bro taught me positively everything? I never didn't know about double negativity Have you been un-followed from a sargenistic drinkiness Sitting home alone in a pool of your own stickiness Jerking off to your own tweets I found on the share While you insult everybody else for what they write on Twitter My delivery is speedy, can you McFeel me? Banana mid drift, so appealing Head is in the clouds and my feet are on the ceiling The foundation is much uglier than what it is concealing My delivery is speedy, can you McFeel me? Banana mid drift, so appealing My head is in the clouds and my feet are on the ceiling The foundation is much uglier than what it is concealing Here's a little bit of Miami advice for when your hand Is down your pants and there's a gun between your eyes And she co*ks it the minute you cream your jeans, you say "Baby, do you wanna ride my sound machine?" She'll say, "No" but she'll laugh and drop the gun, I think And say, "Do you wanna hear the story behind my new ink?" And she'll say, "Hey, little man, why can't you see there is no spark? Take off your socks, put on your shoes and go get eaten by a shark" If I don't set aside time for writing songs I go insane The stuff that's left unsaid just turns to static in my brain It's hard to get things done when my head is full of craziness It's when I am the busiest that I seem the laziest I'm sending off my monkeys on the backs of the pink elephants So it doesn't matter if my lyrics are irrelevant Tossing out my thoughts like handfuls of confetti Add a little [Incomprehensible] and I feel better already My delivery is speedy, can you McFeel me? Banana mid drift, so appealing Head is in the clouds and my feet are on the ceiling The foundation is much uglier than what it is concealing My delivery is speedy, can you McFeel me? Banana mid drift, so appealing Head is in the clouds and my feet are on the ceiling The foundation is much uglier than what it is concealing I was feeling overrated, I was feeling under smarted When you looked me in the eyes and it smelled like someone farted Was it man or was it beast or was it just my upper lip? Was it an iLembe hippie or just a New York City hipster? What's the difference? As we all try hard to make this world better If it's thrift or if it's vintage it's still your grandpa's sweater Either way three cheers for you 'cause it's better to reuse Than to support the corporations buying crap they ma** produce You think, you think, you think, you think I'm preaching to the choir But I am not, I'm not, I'm singing with the choir We are all birds, birds of a different feather We each sing the way we sing and we are all in this together You think, you think, you think I'm preaching to the choir But I am not, I'm not, I'm singing with the choir We are all birds, birds of a different feather We each sing the way we sing and we are all in this together You think, you think, you think I'm preaching to the choir But I am not, I'm not, I'm singing with the choir We are all birds, birds of a different feather We each sing the way we sing and we are all in this together You think, you think, you think I'm preaching to the choir But I am not, I'm not, I'm singing with the choir We are all birds, birds of a different feather We each sing the way we sing and we are all in this together You think I'm preaching to the choir But I'm not, I'm not, I'm not I'm singing with the choir again I am, I am, I am, I am You think I'm preaching to the choir But I'm not, I'm not, I'm not I'm singing with the choir again I am, I am, I am, I am You think I'm preaching to the choir But I'm not, I'm not, I'm not I'm singing with the choir again I am, I am, I am, I am You think I'm preaching to the choir But I'm not, I'm not, I'm not I'm singing with the choir again I am, I am, I am, I am You think I'm preaching to the choir But I'm not, I'm not, I'm not I'm singing with the choir again I am, I am, I am, I am You think I'm preaching to the choir But I'm not, I'm not, I'm not I'm singing with the choir again I am, I am, I am, I am We are all in this together We are all in this together We are all in this together