Dork Court - Astronautalis, P.O.S, Four Fists

All’s quiet on the interstate

Except for who you think?

Drivin, tryna innovate

Born to be wildlife

Born to be bored and get busy

Born to be styled right

Born to lose but do it pretty

Born a snake

Grew into some newer type manure

Sooner hit the sewer, fuck what alla yous are doing

Mostly roll with kooks

Heh

Mostly roll alone

Whippin through wherever

Too fast, ignore my phone more

Five thousand five hundred fifty six

Unread emails

Mary’s mad

I give a shit but kinda don’t

Heh

Good at business!

I’ll keep the sanity

Provided to me

Skipping prison

And hustle, hustle

And fuss over the illest shit

And dumb numb

Somehow I’m never ever feeling it

Listening intent

They see and say to pay the rent

My sentence is meant

Them toys could use a circuit bent

Circumvent

Circle talk

Roll a eye

Wiggle walk

Evasion nation

Pigs fly

Dogs talk

People love having human arguments with fucking bots

People love hanging out in puddles wearing baggy socks

Come the entire fuck on!

I’m head to toe in Karl Kani and Sean Jean

And Wu Wear and oatmeal’s on the rider

Gambling on Shark Tank

You lame mouth

For that reason I’m out

THANKS!

«If you spend one night in your uncle’s haunted mansion, we’ll give you this

song.»

All’s quiet on the western front

‘Cept me and my weird friend

On that rattle and hum

Live and direct, back in the saddle for once

Never tipped a cattle

But «Still Tippin» till cows’ll come home

Cowboy with the gold front grill

Paul Wall with the drawl

Paul Newman with the grin

Paul… Paul.

Fuck!

Ran out of «Paul"s dawg

I guess I should pause now?

Fuck it, too far gone!

Ain’t no damn way to turn back now

So «Don't Look Back in Anger» like I’m Liam or Neil

Yeah, I know it’s «Noel» and it’s spelled like «noel»

But his mama should’ve thought of that when she named the asshole!

Fuck you and the horse you rode in

I’ll burn your house down like Lisa «Left Eye» Lopes

Only on the Facebook to let you know when shows is

So you can let Russia tap all my phones, bitch!

Don’t at me bro!

Stay out of my mentions

Don’t talk to me or my sons again and

Don’t try to tell me J. Cole's worth a listen

He just writes the same shit over

Like Bart in detention!

Calm down now!

Order in the dork court!

You sound dumb like white people singin' «norf norf»

Of course for sport I can bring more force

But your mom is on the porch

Saying you got more chores

So go fold your drawers

And don’t make no noise

Our you’ll have to move back in with your dad

Like they threatened in divorce court