Toro Y Moi - Fettucini lyrics

[Verse 1: Kool A.D.] This is it, what, fettucini falling to the plate Nice mover, my files X like Malcolm Out the window with the Swisher Sweet Paradise Lost like [?] tossed out Salad like the days where we had less Shruggy Atlas, sleeping on a cutty mattress Make money money, take funny money tactics Flip them from the cellar to the attic Selling to the sellers and the addicts Soak game, bed wetter than a hat trick If you want to send a letter better get the address Fresher when I step into the palace Feathery and lavish, energy and magic Legwork centipede status Head jerk getting key tragically, hip hop into sh** I should stop it but I don't want to quit See how we keep the marijuana lit I'ma get as high as I wanna get Don't it seem so sweet, like the lie from a honest lip? We hide from promised whips Freedom is a prize and an agnonishment Oops, I mean admonishment Keep your eyes on the monuments Follow as I ride in astonishment Stare into the sky's wild promises See how your pride slips comically Down to the spot where you see the shoe polish sit No matter how much you get You still can't get all of it And who would even want all of that? Every spot you haunt will haunt you back What you want beyond stacks? Look upon the lawns beyond that See how the gra** is green, mami guap mean but her a** is meaner Word to Victor Vazquez Sr See me in the traffic saying “b**h I really wish you would crash this Bim” [Verse 2: Amaze 88] Yeah Thoughts arranged by the Dangler Surrounded by 99 strangers, hovering over banisters Peering piercing eyes, watching the canister Filled with nuggets and gems Dug up with the Netherlands hands Gripped so hard, tin don't seem so tough The price is mine, or what it seems to be Climb out, climb up reach through to see Come to find out those eyes were filled with pity Filled with laughter that turned teary Those gems, those nuggets, were only worth what I gave it I could save it for a hundred years and still couldn't sling them Dirt, gold, [?] gems, precious to me But nothing to them, so where to go from here? I don't know, but I'll have a beer, think twice And I'll spend two years working on something That's not worth nothing more than two pairs of dirty socks To mop the floor at the local grocery store Thirty years plus more, that's what I'm headed for Damned if I do, damned if I don't Win the lottery, read Chuck Bukowski's anthology And maybe take a trip to some remote place Where I can play out my childhood fantasies Metal detector inspector, anti-tragic tragedy Turned on its head to be called an epic voyage of a man that believed