Thom Bjork

Way I switch it in the whip never slip or lose a handle
Pass that over ain't it feeling like a handful
Feeling like Thom Yorke bumpkin Bjork
Walk around I chill and I ignore
All that bullshit in the way I just shoutout pudding brain
I say it how I mean it man there's nothing to explain
Cuz I'm feeling like I'm Aphex
Twist-up drums and make checks
You looking for a placement
I'm looking to just place it
Feelings change when you're free from constraints
But there's no place where you're free from complaints
About your ways, on Saturdays
Crash in a haze switch gas and the breaks

Send it up pass it along
Can we listen to that old song
Through the airwaves could ya press play
Through the airwaves could ya press play
Don't interrupt just try to catch along
When I spin it back to that old song
Through the airwaves could ya press play
Through the airwaves could ya press play

Getting Radiohead so watch me turn the dial
These soft sounds make em worth my while
They try to mimic rework my style
But this army of me, it's been a while
May the fourth be with you
Feelin like I'm mace windu
in a Tarantino film could somebody get a tissue
Cuz music is math had to add it up
If you spit some trash i'm subtracting ya
So get another scoop could ya pack it up
Cuz I treat it like the whip and I gas it up

Send it up pass it along
Can we listen to that old song
Through the airwaves could ya press play
Through the airwaves could ya press play
Don't interrupt just try to catch along
When I spin it back to that old song
Through the airwaves could ya press play
Through the airwaves could ya press play