Pastiche

Speaking so negative, don't understand
Wish I knew everything way in advance
So I keep living, I feel that's a plan
So I keep living, yeah
See contrapositive, opposite sense
Where is the phantom? The opera exists
Meteorite pulling cumulonimbus
Honest we might need the Doppler for this
Whole thing's a pastiche
Pistachio ice cream colored sky this afternoon
Sponge dynamite with a blast radius to the catacombs
Four dollar beer, sitting casual
100% pure agave is bad news
Tread light like criminology major
One look could fix a lot of the faces
Give me my flowers or fashion the vases
It's vases
Ominous movie obviously in the queue
Attention is glued like posthumous interludes
Think I'm playing like possum is in the room
But it's not, and I'm not
Tie a knot in a fruit
Say goodbye to time loops
Were you rushing or dragging?
Don't mean to brag but it's Blue Eyes White Dragon
Don't know it all but I knew that I had it
I don't know it all but I know that I have it
Speaking so negative, don't understand
Wish I knew everything way in advance
So I keep living, I feel that's a plan
So I keep living, yeah
See contrapositive, opposite sense
Where is the phantom? The opera exists
Meteorite pulling cumulonimbus
Honest we might need the Doppler for this
All these geeks with the pastiche, frequently acting
Freak she an athlete
Strings get attached to the things that we're lacking
Scenes from the backseat, way that we crashing, weight of the world
Splits J from the ash, we frequent the bag each day that we pass
(We frequent the bag each day that we pass)
Sometimes it really feels like my brain's mismatched
What I really know is maintain, excel, get racks
Hit my nextel, ring bells I'm back
Soaking up the sun with sponge, rainchecks wet cash drip classic
Trippin no acid, life gets spastic (woah)
Cutting through lines like Bell on the Jets
Bigger than Titans, hiking on set
Adrenaline rushing, heighten my senses, rushing 110
Feeling so negative, don't understand
Wish I knew everything way in advance
So I keep living, I feel that's a plan
So I keep living, yeah
See contrapositive, opposite sense
Where is the phantom? The opera exists
Meteorite pulling cumulonimbus
Honest we might need the Doppler for this
Feeling so negative, don't understand
Wish I knew everything way in advance
So I keep living, I feel that's a plan
So I keep living, yeah
See contrapositive, opposite sense
Where is the phantom? The opera exists
Meteorite pulling cumulonimbus
Honest we might need the Doppler for this
If lovers are star-crossed then what does that make the Sun?
Matchmaker taskmaster of none
I'm out to step out of the house with my version of a gun
It's a pen with no stencil, uneventful for some, come
Step into my sunroom, the clouds cleared up
I understand your head's spinning like Spongerooms does
I think it smells like wrong dawg
What's wrong, dawg? You need a moment?
Take a song, dawg, perhaps some album material
Dash to the liquor store
Remix it, reflux is acidic
Maybe we would go another route with this evening
Maybe when the Sun goes down we keep grinning
Love a good pastiche but not in these fences unintentionally
The mic rejoices when I step on a beat
Influence like influenza
Fit it in your schedule like dinner with an old friend in December
And split an appetizer
Shiver me timbers, it's getting colder