Drop the Mike

With my feet on the grass
 And my heart beating just a little too fast
 I met your other self
 Oh we were so mixed up
 So 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 my other self
 In the lounge of a song
 He is raw and wild but he's awfully strong
 And he kicked me off my chair
 And he tarred 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 morning now and I'm free to dance
 And he kicked me off my chair
 And he tarred feathers in my hair
 And I lift myself from the couch
 And I walk my words and I spit him out
 Listen to me there's no epic feeling
 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 fucking Weatherbox vest
 With his hands flying a W like we's was the best
 Yeah but you like being chased all over the side of you place
 Like demons with masks on and your mind erased
 I tried to save the color the face
 The color of your face
 But you still tried to replace me with a different bass 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 2 got the same hands
 Just a step back from that trap don't give me any of that
 It ends like that
 No it's not that bad (It is that bad)
 No it's not
 No it's not that bad
 No it's not
 No it's not that bad
 And he kicked me off my chair
 And he tarred feathers in my hair
 With my head in the clouds
 And my body always laying against the ground
 I lift my self up again with the palms of my hands
 Cause it's morning now and I'm free to dance