Drop The Mike (Weatherbox)

With my feet on the grassAnd my heart beating just a little too fast I met your other self Oh we were so mixed up So 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 lounge of a song He is raw and wild but he's awfully strong And he kicked me off my chair And he tarred 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 its morning now and I'm free to dance And he kicked me off my chair And he tarred feathers in my hair And I lift myself from the couch And I walk my words and I spit him out Listen to me there's no epic feeling 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 f**king Weatherbox vest With his hands flying a W like Weezer's up next Yeah but you like being chased all over the side of you place Like demons with masks on and your mind erased I tried to save the color 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 2 got the same hands Just a step back from that trap don't give me any of that It ends like that No it's not that bad (It is that bad) No it's not No it's not that bad No it's not No it's not that bad And he kicked me off my chair And he tarred feathers in my hair With my head in the clouds And my body always laying against the ground I lift my self up again with the palms of my hands Cause its morning now and I'm free to dance