[Verse 1]
I like drawing pigeons
People tend to feed 'em or forbid 'em
Either way it's rare to see 'em individually considered
There's always like a million eating cigarettes and ketchup
I take a lot pictures, I been cropping out the extras
I been studying the independent measurements and metrics
The postures and the body types, the patterns on the feathers
Like some ritualistic tattoo dating back to their ancestors
While the bib and neck come dipped in precious amethyst and emeralds
It's a pity about the stigmas
How the cooties overshadow any beauty that enrich us
A white dove symbolizes peace and pacifism
A white dove is a pigeon, you muffugas is bigots
Yo, 3 toes forward, one toe ain't
1 AM sketching muscles on a plump little frame
Plus I love your pretty orange eyes and dumb little brain
I'll add a nimbus to atone for how we sullied the name
[Chorus]
Phone, wallet, coffee, keys, lighter
I'm headed for the beyond, I'm a need a cease fire
Lighter, keys, coffee, wallet, phone
The whole street is lava, the beyond is not a go
[Verse 2]
I seen this one Da Vinci exhibit
In which they reconstructed dozens of machines he invented
From diagrams in his codex, open and beautifully scanned
Marvels of engineering, broke up by Vitruvian Man
Margin exploding with the future like it grew from his hand
Plus every annotation backwards, homie, who is this man?
I bet his brain projected images of orbiting equations
That would later become warships, or attempts at aviation
Or some irrigation system steering water different places
He could picture and commit to paper from a grip of angles
Honestly it's pretty overwhelming
Contraption after contraption that had us "holy hell"-ing
Later in the afterglow, grab a tablet, have a go
I might invent some vehicle, or diving suit, or catapults, or...
Fast forward to the morning
I had caught a thousand tags and drew a half a pigeon poorly, oh well
I like drawing pigeons
People tend to feed 'em or forbid 'em
Either way it's rare to see 'em individually considered
There's always like a million eating cigarettes and ketchup
I take a lot pictures, I been cropping out the extras
I been studying the independent measurements and metrics
The postures and the body types, the patterns on the feathers
Like some ritualistic tattoo dating back to their ancestors
While the bib and neck come dipped in precious amethyst and emeralds
It's a pity about the stigmas
How the cooties overshadow any beauty that enrich us
A white dove symbolizes peace and pacifism
A white dove is a pigeon, you muffugas is bigots
Yo, 3 toes forward, one toe ain't
1 AM sketching muscles on a plump little frame
Plus I love your pretty orange eyes and dumb little brain
I'll add a nimbus to atone for how we sullied the name
[Chorus]
Phone, wallet, coffee, keys, lighter
I'm headed for the beyond, I'm a need a cease fire
Lighter, keys, coffee, wallet, phone
The whole street is lava, the beyond is not a go
[Verse 2]
I seen this one Da Vinci exhibit
In which they reconstructed dozens of machines he invented
From diagrams in his codex, open and beautifully scanned
Marvels of engineering, broke up by Vitruvian Man
Margin exploding with the future like it grew from his hand
Plus every annotation backwards, homie, who is this man?
I bet his brain projected images of orbiting equations
That would later become warships, or attempts at aviation
Or some irrigation system steering water different places
He could picture and commit to paper from a grip of angles
Honestly it's pretty overwhelming
Contraption after contraption that had us "holy hell"-ing
Later in the afterglow, grab a tablet, have a go
I might invent some vehicle, or diving suit, or catapults, or...
Fast forward to the morning
I had caught a thousand tags and drew a half a pigeon poorly, oh well
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