Quelle - Watching Me lyrics

[Quelle: Verse 1] He's selling ?Davis? played on Mastodon tusk Green leaves give heed, the astronaut jumps Tighten up like calfs in seven inch pumps Loosen up and laugh, there's no need to be pompous Just follow your nose, there's no need to be complex Cypher seems completed there's no need for a compa** No book, no pharoah there's no need for acomplices But since the fam is here we get it popping Run and eat on treat, no worries because I'm copping Number one rule, don't ever let the cops in They be so cool, they be like "Who let the jocks in?" It's a sweep, swiffer, yo F it, bring the mops it Bust hot sh** with the same effort that you chop when She said "Quello, you it's a pleasure that you dropped in I'm a big fan and love everything you rocking" I said "I love you too and I'm honored that you're watching... me" [Hook] I'm honored that you're watching me [4x] [Zeroh: Verse 2] Bad habit captain, masked and generally private Lean on alabaster pullers that parralel the immortals, so Ain't got to wait but meditate ?affordable? Hijack a Mustang, wait and see where the portals go I'm sort of sure for chaotic and wide a**orted morbid Court of ?????????, I could pull it out the last resort On fourth to pour a quart of Morgan and Coke and more Local chordless and compose mostly of misqoutable vocal chords Crackle, like a ten-engine minute entropy Melanated waves and shapes raping, its men can eat Might as well kick with... wicked entities No enemies, goddamn I smell like a dispensary Buzz trying to budge on how the ba** blares a great snare Who cares if it's generic, you could say [unintelligible vocal overlays] [Hook] [Verse 3: Jonwayne] Sitting on the Earth like a throne but feeling homesick I know I don't belong to such a place that eats the young So I look into the blue, in hopes that I could have a part In the clothes that I call home and the dome that's full of scars But if I was on Neptune looking at the Earth I'd feel the same as when I speak in foreign tongues and play the part Always looking for the science, never see the art But if you listen to me in between the ticks it's from the heart I don't really know if I can ever feel again They were pricking me with pins to see if I could really sin Because what is sinning but a compramise to bigger carpe diem For the minds try to make us feel that we could really dim I'm a light, what is light to us is dark to them That's why I never trip I'm just glad they let me use a pen Now really though, I don't need the dictation But I'm glad you chose to tune in to my station