Tree Nowitzki ft. Andrew Lyrics

Check, dollar store shades on the skin fade

Sour grapes, rain showers heal a sick brain

Sinking into sunken ceilings

Gut full of pulled punches and feelings

My appetite for destruction is reeling

Can't reason with fallacy

Feed me what keeps my eyes red

Seasonal allergies, I'm grieving this out of me

Hay fever, leech endorphins when I cook you in the key

Up and under like miss me, Tree Nowitzki

Never go pop like Blitzkrieg

I chew these motherfuckers up like Big League

Keeping eighth of lamb's breath in the olive cargo

These cats are corny as guest lists at Mar-a-Lago

We pour the Reposado

Posse a flock of goats

401, the only motto is hope, solemn he spoke soft

Wandering home, humming harmonies in monochrome

And it goes

I don't wanna FaceTime, son, I'm fried

Drawing circles close to perfect like I'm tracing round a dime

Their complacent with the rhymes, I could never be that

Old man, I take a nap and get my energy back

I conversate with nature

Don't hate the player, hate the ones who hoard the paper

Ancient prayer, Geedorah spitting fazers

Space invaders, take me to your leader

Sparking cheeba with your Mona Lisa

She quote my thesis, pardon the schema

The notes facetious

My thrill-seeking copping vintage sneakers

Bred 11s and T-Mac Adidas

Zappa rapper, Uncle Remus

Cream puff war, cleaners from Venus

Psychedelic potion in my teacup

Are you winning, son? Only heaven knows

Flip the alphabetic soup into some rebel prose

I will never fold, ten toes through the ebb and flow

Braving elemental foes when I sell a poem

You're playing telephone

I'm trying to find a way to shed the hell inside of my dome

Doggy, it's different

Stay consistent, break a leg and fix it

Angel on the shoulder said forgiveness is intrinsic, damn

I don't wanna FaceTime, son, I'm fried

Drawing circles close to perfect like I'm tracing round a dime

They're complacent with the rhymes, I could never be that

Old man, I take a nap and get my energy back