Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Two Notes, artist - DJ Shadow. Date of issue: 14.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Two Notes |
| My charisma this evening be knee deep in the ceiling |
| I’ll rip you apart but leave eyes, yeah the jeans that you be in |
| I’m a seasonal demon, I check w-w-w-weight |
| Cleaning my plates 'til they glisten |
| Lick 'em in sideway figures of eight |
| Cause I’mma light years ahead, like yeah, you dead |
| I’m glad you made it for the saturated flow though |
| And that’s a great approach but for the main show |
| I’m tryna' make it so my domain is just unobtainable |
| My contacts will cataract your gang of rats |
| I’m Hades in HD spit out the Adderall |
| I see flames and red, I’m AMC the talking dead |
| Halo hangs on my rack of hats, shotgun stays in the cabinet, whoa |
| You’re kinda funny |
| Acting clueless like Monsanto do bout, poisoning tummies |
| Already poison in me from eating hoisin and kimchi |
| I stare into the void and say 'oh boy I don’t got it in me' |
| You so damn obvious |
| I catch thieves in my sleep and might start messing with mafias |
| It’s not that I am confident, just not afraid of the consequence |
| Not afraid of the critics, I ape, I mock all you mimics, listen |
| 'Caw' the call of the crows, they follow me where I go |
| They help me remember faces and sing for me at my shows |
| I don’t, don’t catch bodies no, I catch hotties though |
| In a lobby in Wyoming with Arapahos |
| New semester, classroom 3 |
| I want you sat next to me |
| I don’t wanna another year of loving someone who don’t even know of my |
| existence you know how to make an entrance |
| Why not shine on me? |
| Or maybe you could try at least? |
| 'Cause you fly as bees |
| We could climb on trees |
| Whole lotta little stories circulating from the lips |
| Tryna' give a chapstick, for getting on with my shit |
| A rebel without a pause, a snooze, without a quit |
| I bring the noise, they turn it up to a level more adequate |
| My dentist said «Are you here for the sedatives?» |
| «Nah I came for the crown, cos it’s sensitive» |
| I lean back, breathe in, and west I drift |
| Wake up with gold in my mouth and an apprenticeship |
| Before I start, I hope I haven’t bitten more than I chew |
| But that’s the cold fact and it really rings true |
| We leave rooted makers nameless yet make stupid fakers famous |
| 'We like watching them, they do the stupid shit, we won’t do!' |
| Mayday mayday |
| I’m a psychic on the run |
| Mayday mayday you in trouble |
| May daisy chains guard your bubble |
| May crazy rains bestow you |
| May hungry flames singe your stubble |
| I’m a psychic on the run |
| That’s a medium at large |
| Stroke my ego in interviews |
| That’s a media massage |
| Look how quick he leaks huh |
| That’s a Julian Assange |
| See I’m quick to catch a snitch |
| Pree my Harry Potter scars |
| Now we setting the bar |
| Open a bottle have some Moscato |
| I’m with Shadow in Colorado |
| The Rockies will fall undoubtedly |
| Avalanches surrounding me |
| It’s a deadly combination |
| Better jump on the count of 3, yeeah |
| Dancing in the street we don’t give a fuck |
| They say turn it down, so we turn it up |
| Keep it playing loud so they call a cop |
| «Are you gonna leave?» |
| Say we will but we fuckin' won’t |
| Dancing in the street we don’t give a fuck |
| They say turn it down, so we turn it up |
| Keep it playing loud so they call a cop |
| «Are you gonna leave?» |
| Say we will but we fuckin' won’t |
| Ah shit, what a tiresome day |
| You are my kin like a nice brûlée |
| See, I got A’s all through my high school days |
| And when I say A’s, I ain’t mean in grades |
| I mean dames with braids and some Janes with manes |
| I used to sleep in Geometry 'cause I ain’t in shape |
| I’m on a word rollercoaster |
| I should print the lyrics and put 'em up on a poster |
| Learn it like ya 'posed to |
| I see she be walking over |
| Tell me 'Send your girl a message and tell her that its over' |
| X’s and O, get up and go, red is my rose |
| I eat breakfast in Tiffany |
| The rumours are true man |
| You’re not my cuppa tea |
| I like my own company |
| This has been Two Notes |
| Thank you Shadow for having me |