[Chorus: Illogic]
Your ride’s dead, no life in the engine
You lost your groove and this is what you’re missing
There’s gotta be another way to break your fall
Instead of riding on our coattails, you make the call
[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle]
Organized waddle like The March of The Penguins
But dark like the soul of actor Robert Englund
Tryna stay open minded as Father England when his kids told him they were gonna start a circus
But nervous like always on posse cut verses
Stay smooth like Hydroxycut on epidermis
Yes, respect my overcompensation
Elected most hectic by voter nomination and voter fraud
Sign this form in triplicate
Once on the yellow on the maze and the golden rod
Not misogynistic enough to imagine that I’m the one guy that some French maids dote upon
Not gonna mow the lawn, I live in an apartment
I keep power bills paid, no pissin’ in the darkness, I’m
In it ’til I die, turn that r&b music off
That ribbon in the sky is some poor kid’s balloony lost
[Chorus: Illogic]
Your ride’s dead, no life in the engine
You lost your groove and this is what you’re missing
There’s gotta be another way to break your fall
Instead of riding on our coattails, you make the call
Your ride’s dead, no life in the engine
You lost your groove and this is what you’re missing
There’s gotta be another way to break your fall
Instead of riding on our coattails, you make the call
[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle]
Organized waddle like The March of The Penguins
But dark like the soul of actor Robert Englund
Tryna stay open minded as Father England when his kids told him they were gonna start a circus
But nervous like always on posse cut verses
Stay smooth like Hydroxycut on epidermis
Yes, respect my overcompensation
Elected most hectic by voter nomination and voter fraud
Sign this form in triplicate
Once on the yellow on the maze and the golden rod
Not misogynistic enough to imagine that I’m the one guy that some French maids dote upon
Not gonna mow the lawn, I live in an apartment
I keep power bills paid, no pissin’ in the darkness, I’m
In it ’til I die, turn that r&b music off
That ribbon in the sky is some poor kid’s balloony lost
[Chorus: Illogic]
Your ride’s dead, no life in the engine
You lost your groove and this is what you’re missing
There’s gotta be another way to break your fall
Instead of riding on our coattails, you make the call
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