Weatherbox - Drop the Mike lyrics

With my feet on the gra** And my heart beating just a little too fast I met your other self when we were so mixed up Now that's two of you I have to cut With my hands now untied I've got a million more new words to write But I met your other self in the lines of a song He is raw and wild, but he's awfully strong And he kicked me off my chair And he tied feathers in my hair With my legs stretching out And my body pressing against the couch I lift myself up again With the palms of my hands Cause it's mornin' now And I'm free to dance And he kicked me off my chair And he tied feathers in my hair And I lift myself from the couch And I light my words, and I spit 'em out Listen to me, there's no epic feeling (left) Don't you think it's best, if we just leave it to rest Like why am I rapping, like do we have no ideas left? Like look at his "chest," look at his f**ing Weatherbox vest With his hands flying a "W" like Weezer's up next Yeah but you were like being chased all over and inside of your place By demons with masks on and your mind erased I tried to save the color and the face, the color of your face But you still tried to replace me with a different ba** player You thought i was layered, white with black underneath Coming for you in your sleep, a million years in the future Cops in your computer So here you are again, Man Number Two, got the same hands Just a snap back from that trap, dont give me any of that It is that bad, it is that bad No, its not that bad No, its not that bad No, its not, no its not that bad No, its not, no its not that bad And he kicked me off my chair And he tied feathers in my hair With my head in the clouds And my body always laying against the ground I lift myself up again With the palms of my hands Cause it's morning now And I'm free to dance