Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dork Court , by - Astronautalis. Song from the album 6666, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 11.10.2018
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
Dork Court |
| All’s quiet on the interstate |
| Except for who you think? |
| Drivin, tryna innovate |
| Born to be wildlife |
| Born to be bored and get busy |
| Born to be styled right |
| Born to lose but do it pretty |
| Born a snake |
| Grew into some newer type manure |
| Sooner hit the sewer, fuck what alla yous are doing |
| Mostly roll with kooks |
| Heh |
| Mostly roll alone |
| Whippin through wherever |
| Too fast, ignore my phone more |
| Five thousand five hundred fifty six |
| Unread emails |
| Mary’s mad |
| I give a shit but kinda don’t |
| Heh |
| Good at business! |
| I’ll keep the sanity |
| Provided to me |
| Skipping prison |
| And hustle, hustle |
| And fuss over the illest shit |
| And dumb numb |
| Somehow I’m never ever feeling it |
| Listening intent |
| They see and say to pay the rent |
| My sentence is meant |
| Them toys could use a circuit bent |
| Circumvent |
| Circle talk |
| Roll a eye |
| Wiggle walk |
| Evasion nation |
| Pigs fly |
| Dogs talk |
| People love having human arguments with fucking bots |
| People love hanging out in puddles wearing baggy socks |
| Come the entire fuck on! |
| I’m head to toe in Karl Kani and Sean Jean |
| And Wu Wear and oatmeal’s on the rider |
| Gambling on Shark Tank |
| You lame mouth |
| For that reason I’m out |
| THANKS! |
| «If you spend one night in your uncle’s haunted mansion, we’ll give you this |
| song.» |
| All’s quiet on the western front |
| ‘Cept me and my weird friend |
| On that rattle and hum |
| Live and direct, back in the saddle for once |
| Never tipped a cattle |
| But «Still Tippin» till cows’ll come home |
| Cowboy with the gold front grill |
| Paul Wall with the drawl |
| Paul Newman with the grin |
| Paul… Paul. |
| Fuck! |
| Ran out of «Paul"s dawg |
| I guess I should pause now? |
| Fuck it, too far gone! |
| Ain’t no damn way to turn back now |
| So «Don't Look Back in Anger» like I’m Liam or Neil |
| Yeah, I know it’s «Noel» and it’s spelled like «noel» |
| But his mama should’ve thought of that when she named the asshole! |
| Fuck you and the horse you rode in |
| I’ll burn your house down like Lisa «Left Eye» Lopes |
| Only on the Facebook to let you know when shows is |
| So you can let Russia tap all my phones, bitch! |
| Don’t at me bro! |
| Stay out of my mentions |
| Don’t talk to me or my sons again and |
| Don’t try to tell me J. Cole's worth a listen |
| He just writes the same shit over |
| Like Bart in detention! |
| Calm down now! |
| Order in the dork court! |
| You sound dumb like white people singin' «norf norf» |
| Of course for sport I can bring more force |
| But your mom is on the porch |
| Saying you got more chores |
| So go fold your drawers |
| And don’t make no noise |
| Our you’ll have to move back in with your dad |
| Like they threatened in divorce court |