Thiago - Off-Key lyrics

My favorite word in the English language is nincompoop The ish I really do differs from I think I do Pikachu, I be shooting all of these lightning bolts Met Ben Franklin and I made his fricking kite explode I hit the highs and lows, check out my vinyl flows I snagged them out a trashy bargin bin at Five Below Excuses my French before, my tongue has a mind of its own It twists itself whenever untrue lies are exposed I'm ripping all the bars apart and breaking off the chains Smashing my little piggie bank and taking all the change Hipsters and rejects, scene kids and beatniks All trying to be different and that makes them all the same Oops, I think I went off-key You should slow down, you lost me No, I do not try to be remembered, I'm not another song quote So forgive me if I slip and hit the wrong note I go off-key My favorite chord is a A flat minor siete With arpeggio, I spray that fire Over unconventional, edible instrumental vegetables Except for pickles, I left a nickel for your centerfold Brought back to debate, yeah it's either or s** your soul like an Azkaban Dementor My whole life is a chapter of medieval lore So watching all these eagles sore; some I haven't seen before I disagree with wars, but I support the troops I strike enemies with thunder like Thor and Zeus We sit in luxury, eating our a**orted soups And start to feel torn and loose when our f**ing porridge cools My favorite's short and sweet, born to speak till I got distorted speech More to seize, slowly stomp around like I got tortoise feet Breeze, soaring free, so ornately Don't orderly follow the yellow bricks like Dorothy I torn a piece of hope from the point of no return Happy or your sad, the choice is always your's And this noise is so absurd, criticisms and opinions If it's none of your business, please don't bother to get in them Or sticking your nose in what does not matter "I'd like a side of gossip with a cup of sly chatter" And I think my mind's fatter from all of this information I do not need I just wanna rock my steez, drop some hot free's Like Motley, yeah my crew got my back Yeah, my crew is my pen and my mood and my pad What to do when you rap? They clueless in fact Beats be top cuisine not a juice and some snacks