[Verse 1: Anthony Baker] Throw a little something in that orange juice ... and drink the troubles away Hook: [2x] Sitting inside of a motel watching eurovison Pick-pocket a con-artist find some euro missin' I prefer hoes trippith When they hear my noise Realize it ain't noise its an art It ain't noise it's an art (something like pica**o and...) Realize it ain't noise its an art (a little like Da Vinci did...) It ain't noise its an art (Michelangelo...) Hear my lyrics go and pick that sh** apart like... Possessed by an idea They love that sh** I think up kick my feet up Go and dream up These astral's inhabited by all these demons Been chasing me for three months Plenty that I'm dippin' from But there ain't many that I've seen run Orange juice half the cup To the brink with rum Deceiving suns many moons that I'm ghost Blue moon -comatose the state Tryna peace this world and society indulgin' in hate
Pullin' more than my weight In this clique that I be with Painting mosaics over Q's MPC kicks Best believe kid Is ill-est up out of the valley And f** pledgin' allegiance We rebels -imperial valley Inferior sermon interior words Is draped in virgins minds The original oeuvre Was nostalgia myth and herb combined My clockwork is now orange Vodka pourin' at Four in the AM My day ends when my minds at ease I'll bring the rhymes if you provide the drinks All I'm yearning at the moment Is some to think -a night to sleep Knowledge siphoning From some Huxley My soul is sold the day I'm dipped in gold Standing atop the Eiffel T And all these hoes wanna f** me And all these hoes wanna f** me sh** you will if you lucky Sitting inside of a motel (watchin' eurovison) Sitting inside of a motel (watchin' eurovision) Now some euro missin'