[Intro: Busdriver]

Let me tell ya

Kill your penis and worship mine

Cause the story can drown out a chorus line

So pull up a chair and pour the wine and I'll show you how I got here

[Verse 1: Busdriver]

I fell from a gash in the rain cloud

Into a bed of jazz men iJasmine's brain child

Blow it like a gay Archbishop into game cartridges

In a city of plastic bottles reading graphic novels

In Korean Town, I'm eating cheese toast bagels

All the white friends thought I was pre-post-racial

All the black friends dressed like heavy D calculating trendy jeans customizing their own STDs

My part seems genetically engineered

Hood war correspondent in orthopedic headgear

And flannel shirts when the cancel [?], I'll shed a tear

So I fill my toy chest with left ears[?]

My mom was a dancer, dad was a screenwriter

During the interim ceasefire, my name never hit the police wire

Cause my dad's paper can buy a Gucci shop

But my mom was broken box across from the study-pox[?]

From there went from straight-A to straight flunk

My number one influence was a crystallized cocaine chunk

So I'm going through the motions like a lame duck

Sad cause my mom was hitting keys like Dâm-Funk

Damn

[Hook: Open Mike Eagle]

It's only two ways

I was alone and it was quite clear

I'd be on my own trying to fight this fear

I barely survive and so there's all this weird in my skeleton bones, here

I was alone and it was quite clear

I'd be on my own trying to fight this fear

I barely survive and so there's all this weird in my skeleton bone

[Bridge: Busdriver]

Come on

Kill your penis and worship mine

Cause the story can drown out a chorus line

So fix your hair and snort your line

And I'll tell you how I got here

[Verse 2: Busdriver]

I got my sniveling inner child quarantined

Started snorkeling with Good Lifers at age 14

Chillin Villain taught me how to make a record happen

I spent every second rapping, now it's method acting

But I was up in court for the attack that made our blood sport/spurt

So my teen years in L.A. were cut short

My uncle took me taught me about Porta Cheese and Paella

Now I speak Portuguese

We stayed in the villa of his ex-lover

Then like next I'm like I went to school abroad

I can see my daughter in Paris

With the daughter of the famous Phil Parapador[?]

I can't believe we're only behind the closet door

[Hook: Open Mike Eagle, Busdriver]

It's only two ways (Tell him Mike, yea)

I was alone and it was quite clear

I'd be on my own trying to fight this fear

I barely survive and so there's all this weird in my skeleton bones

[Verse 3: Busdriver]

I lost my job as a P.A

But I found out how much a dream weigh

By selling recordable discs to get by

I was shy with an adorable lisp but I

Put the wedding cake in the cash register

So my headspace became a crab nebula

What's Pokemon?

Handworn[?] sex toys are the stribers' woody[?]

Is on by the hustle so I'm staying a cyberbully

He finds crowds that you can't inspire fully

Spam box, ham hocks, I'm a blowhard

Hip-hop, motherfucker, and it's full-form

I do shows for a smile and a "Hell no"

Making baby formula out of underground dough

I did that shit, homie

[Hook: Open Mike Eagle]

It's only two ways

I was alone and it was quite clear

I'd be on my own trying to fight this fear

I barely survive and so there's all this weird in my skeleton bones, here

I was alone and it was quite clear

I'd be on my own trying to fight this fear

I barely survive and so there's all this weird in my skeleton bones

[Outro: Busdriver]

My soul relies underneath

My soul relies underneath