Miami Advice (feat. Aesop Rock)

I was feeling master-blasted, lost my head, my anti-entity
 and just because it's real to you, it isn't not pretend to me
 and did you know my Ebro taught me positively everything
 I never didn't know about double negativity
 Have you been unfollowed for misogynistic ickyness
 sitting home alone in a pool of your own stickyness
 Jerkin' off to your own tweets I found on the Share
 while you insult everybody else
 My delivery is speedy
 Can you Mc'feel me?
 Banana midriff
 So appealing
 Head is in the clouds and my feet are on the ceiling
 The foundation is much uglier than what it is concealing
 My delivery is speedy
 Can you Mc'feel me?
 Banana midriff
 So appealing
 Head is in the clouds and my feet are on the ceiling
 The foundation is much uglier than what it is concealing
 Here's a little bit of Miami Advice
 For when your hand is down your pants
 and there's a gun between your eyes
 And she cocks it the minute you cream your jeans
 You say: "Baby, do you wanna ride my sound-machine?"
 She'll say no, but she'll laugh and drop the gun, I think
 And say: "Do you wanna hear the story behind my new ink?"
 And she'll say: "Hey, little man, why can't you see there is no spark
 take off your socks, put on your shoes, go get eaten by a shark"
 If I don't set aside time for writing songs I go insane
 The stuff that's left inside just turns to static in my brain
 It's hard to get things done when my head is full of craziness
 It's when I am the busiest that I seem the laziest
 I'm sending off my monkies on the backs of the pink elephants
 so it doesn't matter if my lyrics are irrelevant
 tossin' out my thoughts like handfulls of confetti
 add a little strummy-strum
 and I feel better already
 My delivery is speedy
 Can you Mc'feel me?
 Banana midriff
 So appealing
 Head is in the clouds and my feet are on the ceiling
 The foundation is much uglier than what it is concealing
 I was feeling overrated, I was feeling under-smarted
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 When you looked my in the eye
 and then it smelled like someone farted
 Was it man or was it beast?
 Or was it just my upper lip
 Was it an Olympia Hippie or a New York City hipster?
 WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE?
 As we all try hard to make this world better
 If it's thrift or if it's vintage, it is still your grandpa's sweater
 Either way, three cheers for you
 'cause it's better to reuse
 than to support the corporations, buying crap they mass-produce
 'n you think, you think
 You think I'm preaching to the choir
 but I am not
 I'm not, I'm singing with the choir
 We are all birds, birds of a different feather
 We each sing the way we sing
 and we are all in this together
 You think, you think
 You think I'm preaching to the choir
 but I am not
 I'm not, I'm singing with the choir
 We are all birds, birds of a different feather
 We each sing the way we sing
 and we are all in this together
 You think
 I'm preaching to the choir
 I'm not
 I'm singing with the choir
 We're birds, birds of a different feather
 We each sing the way we sing
 and we are all in this together
 You think
 I'm preaching to the choir
 I'm not
 I'm singing with the choir
 We're birds, birds of a different feather
 We each sing the way we sing
 and we are all in this together
 (rap)
 Y'think I'm preaching to the choir
 but I'm not, I'm not, I'm not
 I'm singing with the choir
 Again, I am, I am, I am
 Y'think I'm preaching to the choir
 but I'm not, I'm not, I'm not
 I'm singing with the choir
 Again, I am, I am, I am
 Y'think I'm preaching to the choir
 but I'm not, I'm not, I'm not
 I'm singing with the choir
 Again, I am, I am, I am
 Y'think I'm preaching to the choir
 but I'm not, I'm not, I'm not
 I'm singing with the choir
 Again, I am, I am, I am
 Y'think I'm preaching to the choir
 but I'm not, I'm not, I'm not
 I'm singing with the choir
 Again, I am, I am, I am
 (quiet singing)
 We are all in this together
 We are all in this together
 We are all in this together
 We are all in this together