Sorcerer - Milo

Ruby Yacht for ever n' ever n' ever n' ever

N' ever n' ever n' ever n' ever n' ever n' ever, I mean…

Wipe me down with celerity

Hold myself with alacrity

These are careful notes of every lack in me

I took ayaka beans, tried to tax my seed

College was rote Zionism

These scars come with broke fire pistols

Renaissance dunce, but some blunders tracing a fault line

Trying to defend my distance

Trying to defend my distance

Tried to fend my distance

Big ass painting of myself like I’m Lonnie Liston

The auto-tune clambering modernity

On auto-pilot for an eternity

She play Shirley Scott and I’m Turrentine

Feel my spirit bugging, but it’s weltschmerz

Your soul was cussin' that felt hearse

This Robitussin is for the wet nurse

Karl Popper

Sweating by that hot poker, fuck that

You should’ve been a stock broker, fuck that

Rappers look at rock smokers, fuck that

At the bottom of a well and I’m screaming, «There's still more»

I gripped a microphone like I’m John Gilmore

Pilot pulpit as a star-fighter, and the consequences can buffer

I flourish in the lag time, I

Flourish in the lag time, I

Flourish in the lag time, I

Flourish in the lag time, I

Flourish in the lag time, I

Flourish in the lag time

Behind stalactites of my mind, I

Flourish in the lag time, I

Flourish in the lag time, I

Flourish in the lag time, I

Flourish in the lag time, I

Flourish in the lag time

While suffering was normalized, I

Flourished in the lag time, I

Flourished in the lag time

Flourished in the lag time

When suffering was normalized, I

Flourished in the lag time

Lag time

And the stalactites in the back of my mind

When suffering was normalized, I

Flourished in the lag time

Shit…

Shit

Oh yeah, this is dope