Drop the Mike

With my feet on the grass
And my heart beating just a little too fast
I met your other self when we were so mixed up
Now that's two of you I have to cut
With my hands now untied
I've got a million more new words to write
But I met my other self in the lines of a song
He is raw and wild, but he's awfully strong

And he kicked me off my chair
And he tied feathers in my hair

With my legs stretching out
And my body pressing against the couch
I lift myself up again
With the palms of my hands
Cause it's mornin' now
And I'm free to dance

And he kicked me off my chair
And he tied feathers in my hair
And I lift myself from the couch
And I light my words, and I spit 'em out

Listen to me, there's no epic feeling (left)
Don't you think it's best, if we just leave it to rest
Like why am I rapping, like do we have no ideas left?
Like look at his "chest," look at his fucking Weatherbox vest
With his hands flying a "W" like Weezer's up next
Yeah but you were like being chased all over and inside of your place
By demons with masks on and your mind erased
I tried to save the color and the face, the color of your face
But you still tried to replace me with a different bass player
You thought i was layered, white with black underneath
Coming for you in your sleep, a million years in the future
Cops in your computer
So here you are again, Man Number Two, got the same hands
Just a snap back from that trap, dont give me any of that
It is that bad, it is that bad

No, its not that bad
No, its not that bad
No, its not, no its not that bad
No, its not, no its not that bad

And he kicked me off my chair
And he tied feathers in my hair

With my head in the clouds
And my body always laying against the ground
I lift myself up again
With the palms of my hands
Cause it's morning now
And I'm free to dance