Joshua Tree - Slowpoke lyrics

[Verse 1: Spicegold] This is a movement Don't you call this silly art Use big words So you know I'm pretty pretty smart I'm pretty serious man I'm pretty academic You might have noticed Spicegold Rawer than his denim Selfish son, a selfish one Hellish yelling narcisist I've got Marbles in my stomach son I'd say it's hard to spit Hell is dark and hot Lollygagging in the parking lot The lord of this dormancy Swarming through the karma pot I'm a young doormat Upside-down format Back in 8th grade I used to kick on 4chan Back in 7th grade I used to kick it on Minecraft Back in 6th grade I used to kick on Facebook You're late Look You accidentally left the flash on That shutter sound pound Sounds louder than the padlock Lock it like the first day of school You knights ain't happy cause the binder's knee You lost your treasure whether you aware this sh** is finder's keep Running through the 5 Ain't f**ing with your city less' it's prime Icing is Ice on your wrist you check the time Son you thirsty And all I got is day old Gatorade Sipping brand name Son you know I got paid today Hate to say but Euc Boys Ballin' in here Generic clarity I'm talking Wal-itin clear I'm talking: Tylenol Robitussin Ropes stuffed with Motrin Acetaminophen Cough suppressant Ibuprofen I see hype-beasts at light-speed That's what you're tryna be Lighter fluid Sprinkled like sprinkles on a ivy-leaves You might've seen arsonists But now they locked up Sticky note blunts laced with Aspirin in the chalk dust I'm uncaged Shum baes Sleepin' through the Sundays Keepin' true, I promise I'ma stay unpaid Eat eucalyptus till' you're dizzy and you're seeing stuff Credit to the songs ; Ghostwritten Wikipedia [Verse 2: Joshua Tree] Brazed duck meat Iron-Chef Stuffed buckwheat Golf-Wang Puck Tuck Fyler Frying it too deep Dire Straits Sultans of swinging eighth grace-notes Grapple juice Snapple dabbling in dad-bods like Father Goose Grapplin' with that Bathing Ape branded noose Who's who? When I got platform shoes, yea you lose, and you lose Bento boxes for two Keep the Four-Loko ice-cold Folkloric duo with the chokehold The boxer, Simon and Spicegold It never gets old It never gets old Oh no Greco-Roman by way of Rococo Bury me by Botticelli Venus by way of Givenchy Morose toast to whoever can drink the most mimosas I'm mostly floating down inner-tubes round' the Bosque (OK) Kokopelli acrobatics Anaphylactic spasms And ma**-allergic-reactions To Copenhagen danglin' through your lips Spinach dip patented with the wisteria Witch-man handelin' wine I hear a delirious fury I bury em' Burning a verdict The gagging order ; Unearth-ed Nonsensical incense and edible etiquette Stivia steeping tea Sativa leaves steaming earl- Grey's Anatomy Actin' at me like you're decomposing rapidly Atrophy Asking about the pastor Pa**ing grave diggers just please tell me how the pain is Saviors are overrated-sadist-ingrating-haters Pa**ing pieces Gra** and sprinklers Marco Polo Mac Demarco What mom don't know is taking a toll on the probability I take the next toke Slowpoke I'm a slow-burning inside joke Nose-up in a moments notice Can't ball with a bum shoulder I'm lying but the it's dark And the park's out across the borders So stay inside Pa**ing time with the homies Don't be a loner The older I get I'm getting more and less sober