Thom Yorke is Black

[Intro]
"more perfect."
All Black Everything...

[Verse 1]
Morning bell, dollars and cents on my mental
Scatterbrain days just to cover the essentials
When night falls, I'ma call my kinfolk
Fingers fulla tree, pack purp like sardines in the blunt
She suck Sangria like young blood
Sit down, Stand up
I don't even feel no stress here
Everything's in the place it's supposed to
Hamms on deck, hands on deck now
Cheap wine, hors d'oeuvres from the Whole Foods
Tonight we dance, tomorrow we dreadin'
Don't bring a fuck nigga through to this setting
Cuz if drama's en route and the knives come out, it'll look like a punchup at a fuckin' wedding
I don't know why you bother
Honeymoon's over, you had to hate
I shout "Worldstar!", pull the Android out, you done picked the wrong Negroes to agitate today
And I'm a peaceful person
With an empty space inside my heart for hate
Another weak bar, erased
Another A&R to break
Across the face
Better have the airbag on deck
Fuck yo couch, nigga, fuck yo suit
I'm climbin' up the walls for a view of the truth
A way to get 5 outta 2 + 2
All this before I go to sleep
I leave my spirit all on these streets
I lay in these reeds
Cuz all I need is a *hitmayng beat, as you can see...

[Hook]
I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke
I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke
The more you try to erase me, the more you comin' up short
I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke
I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke
You're so fucking special, and I'ma creep you out more

(I swear y'all just wastin' y'all breath...)
I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke
(I swear y'all just wastin' y'all breath...)
I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke
(I swear y'all just wastin' y'all breath...)
I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke
(I swear y'all just wastin' y'all breath...)
I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke

[Verse 2]
I am not these extra guys
Let's get something rectified
I'm a Black Star with an iron lung
Leave you high and dry for not respectin' mine
You can call the feds on my karma cred
You can strip me nude, I won't testify
And I might be wrong when I sing this song
But my falsetto got you petrified
Keep Keith Sweat, I'm Thom Yorke
If Jesus was bronze... Thom doesn't have to be blonde
He has an Afro, a Panther Quran
And hit Harlem World for a damn renaissance
So leave me be in peace
Don't make me pull the atoms out
If you want to disappear... I can show your manses how
You and whose army gon' stop this pimpin'?
This plastic earth can't hold weight on my massive worth
Bodysnatch the kids for my master work
To meet people easier, stop trippin'
I'ma make ill shit you'd swoon to
I'ma do a remix with DOOM, dude
I can't grant you the luxury to fuck with me
Your card house might not fall as comfortably as my jigsaw
The beat goes round and round forever
If these hills harrowdown, whatever
I'm fit, I'm happy, forever
Catch me ridin' round on a Friday
Lookin' for Pablo and such
Lookin' idioteque and stuff
And it rained all night, but I don't give a fuck, cuz...

[Hook]

[Bridge]
I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke
I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke
Hands on your hearts, it's the fuckin' National Anthem
I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke
I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke
I just gave up my ghost, trade my limbs in for a phantom
I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke
I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke
Don't get any big ideas, they ain't gon' happen, y'all some rookies
I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke
I'm the dark-skinned Thom Yorke
I take 15 steps... then a sheer drop in that pussy, nigga!