The Scientist

This that, this that old school underground shit
Black and white picture
Yes sir, we taking it back old school

This takes place in the 60's Cracked black and white piano keys
This shit's out of tune, no auto tune yet
I'm automatically creating tunes all inside my head
Hah, what can I say?
I'm an artist, yet they think I blew a fuse, looney tunes
Good thing that I'm good with my hands, like us? Few

All of my ideas are organically straight from the source
I am the tree, the only one that could ever give you more, cause when I stop
Nobody else could reproduce more, I'm the producer, I'm the brains and I am the artist
I'm Elbert Einstein in the making though my friends call me Luiz

I spend my days all alone
In the dark, in my home
Nothing but the light bulb
Flickering above my dome
Occasionally every now and then
Every time I get
A big idea for a Song
Hah
Like Albert Einstein
I never really did good in school
I had my own plans
My own thoughts
My own set of rules
My own theory's
I never really took girls serious

One thing that us artists
Got in common
With scientists
You can find us in our lair
But do not disturb
We're working on our projects
Don't come in here sir
It's top secret
We like to keep it that way sir



Credits
Writer(s): Luiz Rammy
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