[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