Worlds To Run

[milo]

This slack-jaw mealy-mouth

I mumble when I'm 'round the house

I'm trying not to do no chores today

Crying in my underwear

I lost my sense of wonder, there

No, I'm not Milan Kundera

Though this lightness is unbearable

The feeling is indelible

I'm wishing I could teleport somewhere

Transmolecularize through the secular eye

I remember when Vegeta stomped Bardock's neck in

Two prayer hands to the heavens, good Lord, bless Him

I was a broke slob watching Ghost Dog writing Post Hoc

If I could muster just one good throat chop

And honor my shidoshi, 'cause 'dim mak' means 'death touch'

I been Spock, I been clutch

In thin socks, I'm butthurt

Impervious pervert with niggerish fervour

Crashing Linux server

Who didn't even change his laundry over

Who needs to buy toilet paper

Indie rapper, sorta faker

'Cuz I couldn't afford a mortgage or a Studebaker

'Cuz I couldn't afford a mortgage or a Studebaker

[Anderson.paak]

When you're deep in the raw

Everybody wants to get a piece of your heart

There's only so much truth you can keep in your bowl

Speak your piece, but words are too harsh

[Busdriver]

Overspoke my piece

I'm known in the streets

When you're deep in the raw

There's only so much truth you can keep in your jaw

(So what you saying?)

I can run the world from my mama's house

I can run the world from my mama's house

I can run the world from my mama's house

I can run the world

When you deep in the raw

There's only so much truth you can keep in your jaw

'Till it bleeds through the wall

Every song responds to a threat

Every laundered dollar is wet

But if a mom’s like a song torn breath

But as long as I can ponder the depth

And the king sorta stinks of lunacy

I roam the rinks in sync with the jinx

That are having me sink the moon and the sea

Bankers clink drinks as they uplink to the sphinx's coonery

I'm on the brink, I could fill my sink with the king's jewelry

Yeah, who is he? Driver. Lion from a dead world

Sole practitioner of his customs and know the RPM of your head twirl

Driver old as fuck

My daughter old enough to vote

Rap songs blowing up on the coast

Loyal subjects rolling up that smoke

As I dictate terms from an ensnarled perch

Yeah, and Leimert Park is Winterfell

Rumors I learn to Splinter Cell and pitches sale from Mike's Citadel

Exact an explicit Hell

Empty the fire and sway

My music on Pirate's Bay as my elusive alliances fray

I collude with a silent clay and infuse a vibrant day

With a soothing eye in decay -- putting food on the dining tray

Yeah, I can do this my way

Welcome home

[Anderson.paak]

When you're deep in the raw

Everybody wants to get a piece of your heart

There's only so much truth you can keep in your bowl

Speak your piece, but words are too harsh

[Busdriver]

When I was a younger man

I could feel the entire world

But now that I'm older