the Imperfect Cinema - Busdriver

Yeah

Lying from the chorus with no fucks to give

Just storming the Euro buck for hundred quid

This is not a training camp for niggas

No, my brain is amped up with an entertainer worker

Rucked a kiss

Uh, yo

You can trust the port until the dented doubles

Zombie eye your mausoleum

Leaning as I stretch muscles

Reading from the spell book

Some of us was sensing doubles

Who you niggas?

Forget your troubles and hide tent muscles

I’m so full of whimsy I can carve a fluna

But I’m in the music venue yanking out a shark tooth

Bitch niggas tic-tac that clickbait so your art askews

But man I got a car hood, I’m trying to disarm a nuke

How’d you get your nutrition from orange juice?

Like, yea, I’m from the former prison

Slandering the archduke and pandering to our truth

My body is the living proof, the financiers are interloop

While my fam be stirring up that ginger root

And now I’m Charlie Parker

Looks like a but that could be my sparring partner

You know a lefty like me always been the party starter

The third-party martyr

A category weird nigga

A popular threading holding onto a beard trimmer

A popular threading trying to hold a beer tasting

But I’m not disgraced by the web

Cut out all outspoken black faces they encase in metal

Go to the state argue the case until the case settle

This magical negro was on the daily special

I’m with the capital word artists their legs pretzel

Up on the stage with your heckle men we stay pencil

Like Open Mike was due to replace Jay Leno

My nigga

We’ve always stayed mental

Lying from the chorus with no fucks to give

Just storming the Euro buck for a hundred quid

Forget what all the haters say

Your shriveling on the razor’s edge

Writing letters like you got a month to live

Yea

I’m lying from the chorus with no fucks to give

Just storming the Euro buck for a hundred quid

Yea