Pilot Lyrics

Where's the money?

Where's the passion?

Where's a face not made of plastic?

There's a place I call the dungeon

Where I go to feel fantastic

I don't wanna be yo burden

I don't want yo limp compassion

I just wanna close the curtain

And hide myself from these distractions

I'm a hermit

That's for certain

Gettin stupider than Ernest is

I'm still tryna figure out exactly what my Purpose is

Maybe I'm just here and maybe I might Just be purposeless

Honestly, that's cool with me

I find that shit encircles us

What's ya credo?

What's ya curse?

What's the deal between us first?

She told me "you could be my knight And shining scum beneath the Earth"

You don't need to be so opposite

It's back to backwards compliments

I'm breathin' less and less the more

I breathe in all these oxidants

My mind is undecided, although

I should lift my eyelids up

Regret that we collided

And the person I'm reminded of

A bitter sorta taste, I know

But I should be the wiser one

So empty out ya wicker basket

I can't be yo pilot hun

I said empty out ya wicker basket

I can't be yo pilot hun

Yea

Shit I'm flyin' on that private one

Yea shit I'm flyin' on that private one

Uh

I can't be yo pilot hun