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Testo Two Notes [Bonus Track] - DJ Shadow

Testo della canzone Two Notes [Bonus Track] (DJ Shadow), tratta dall'album Our Pathetic Age

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
2NO2
Yeah, yeah, go, go, go
My charisma this evening be knee-deep in the ceiling
I'll rip you apart, belly rise, yeah, the jeans that you be in
I'm a seasonal demon, I check wa-wa-wa-wait
Cleanin' my plates 'til they glisten
Lick 'em in sideway figures of eight
'Cause I'm a light years ahead, like, yeah, you're dead
I'm glad you made it for the saturated flow though
And that's a great approach, but for the main show
I'm tryna make it so my dominance is unupendable
My contacts with cataracts, a gang of rats
I'm Hades in HD, so get out the attarout
I see flames in red, I may even see the talking dead
Halo hangs on my rack of headshots
'Cause there's an cabinet of hahahaha
Kinda funny, acting clueless like Montana Dew, wow
Poisoning dummies, already poison in me from eating hoisin and kimchi
I stare into the void and say, "Oh boy, I don't got it in me"
Ah shit, you so damn obvious
I catch thieves in my sleep, I might start messing with Mafias
It's not that I'm confident, just not afraid of the consequence
Not afraid of the critics, I eggplant mock all you mimics
This song's called the call of the crows, they follow me where I go
They help me remember faces and sing with me at my shows
I don't, don't catch bodies, no, I catch hotties though
In a lobby in Wyoming with Arapahos
I want the best of class, the three
I want you stand next to me
I don't want another year with lovers
Love one who don't even know of my existence
You know how to make an entrance, baby
Shine on me
Or, baby, you can try at least
'Cause the flyest bees
We can climb all trees
Yeah, yeah
Whole lot of little stories circulating from the lips
Tryna give her chapstick for getting on with my shit
I'm rebel without a pause, a snooze without a quit
I bring the noise, they turn it up to a level more adequate
My dentist said, "Are you here for the sedatives?"
Uh, nah, I came for the crown 'cause it's sensitive
I lean back, breathe in, and wet the drip
Wake up with gold in my mouth, an apprenticeship
Before I start, I hope I haven't bitten more than I chew
But that's the cold fact and it really rings true
We leave the rooted makers nameless
Yeah, make stupid fakers famous
We like watching them, they do the stupid shit we don't do
Mayday, mayday
Ha
I'm a psychic on the run
Ayy, ayy (Okay)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Okay)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Okay)
Mayday, mayday, you're in trouble
May daisy chain start to bubble
May crazy rains bestow you
May hungry fangs in your stubble
I'm a psychic on the run, that's a medium at large
Stroke my ego in interviews, that's a media massage
Look how quick he leaves, huh, that's a Julian Assange
See, I'm quick to catch a snitch, pree my Harry Potter scarves
Yeah, we sit in a bar, open a bottle, have some moscato
I'm a shadow in Colorado, the Rockies move, fall, undoubtedly
Avalanches surrounding me, it's a deadly combination
Better jump on the Canterbury
One, two, three, yeah
Dancing in the street, we don't give a fuck
They say, "Turn it down," so we turn it up
Keep on playin' loud, so they call a cop
"Are you gonna leave?" Say we will, but we fuckin' won't
Dancing in the street, we don't give a fuck
They say, "Turn it down," so we turn it up
Keep on playin' loud, so they call a cop
"Are you gonna leave?" Say we will, but we fuckin' won't
Ah shit, what a tiresome day
You ramekin like a nice brûlée
I see I, I got A's all through my high school days
And when I, I say A's, I ain't meaning grades
I mean dames with braids and some James with mains
I used to sleep in geometry 'cause I ain't in shape
Yeah, I'm on a, what rollercoaster?
I surrender lyrics and put 'em up on a poster
Learn it like you're supposed to, I see she be walking over
Tell me, "Send your girl a message and tell her that it's over"
X's and O's, get up and go, red is my rose
I eat breakfast in Tiffany's, the rumors are true
Man, you're not my cup of tea, I like my own company, ha
This has been 2NO2, thank you Shadow for having me
Ayy, ayy (Okay)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Okay)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Okay)



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Writer(s): Joshua Davis, Barny Fletcher
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