Steel Wool

Lyrics for Steel Wool

Used to pair cereal and cartoons, I don't know if there’s a better way Now I’m going hungry in a war room, it’s similar but it is not the same When I walk in be cool No sudden moves, only coming thru to refuel Be forewarned: my skin reads as steel wool Hook hand with a haymaker on a shopping spree into your gene pool I might change into y’alls dad’s eyes, looking disappointed in the real you Son, that’s ushering some abominable milieu in That kill off any climate we put time into, mildewin’ Tilt sensor on get defensive, I’s weeding through the some old highlight reels Hindsight is like trying to prune the amazon back to one bonzai tree When I walk in be easy, sign the contract, no eye contact No-eyed tomcat in a “Free Emile” tee, no ID, I’m so unwieldy I’m, over the river, I’m into the woods, recruiting the pick of the iffiest wolves Who fittingly follow me back to the city, to butcher a dinner with hooves Lo-fi’s most high, I’m the most low, mind the go code Mind the driveway to your giant show boat Ya might just show up to a private toll road You might, pay to attain what you already own It’s part of trend, it’s part of the start of the end Or maybe it’s farther along then we outta pretend Used to pair cereal and cartoons, I don't know if there’s a better way Now I’m going hungry in a war room, it’s similar but it is not the same Be Cool Be…Cool When I walk in be calm Hands on the table, cameras on and playing recon Be forewarned, my skin reads as pete moss GT’s that spin kick the most harmonious pea pod That heart rate go adagio to some Art Blakey-day bebop In no time at all, these 2 palms touching, charging up that fireball Knees bent, nerves worn, nose bleeding, perfect form Ears bleeding, eyes bleeding, this ain’t just some ordinary parlor trick It’s perfect storming, board up your apartment shit When I walk in be low key, don’t trust no one, don’t mind the pundits Stink-eye for these guy smileys, if you love something, you don’t like nothing That’s not opinion, entertainment go spin the bottle ’til you kiss the mamba I’m ten thousand hours In-a-gadda, with 10 shades of Les Miserables Information battering the senses Here we see the mamba eating something fatter than its neck is Which is also entertaining, he had to take off the necklace Maybe everybody’s destiny’s defending something selfish, yea Used to pair cereal and cartoons, I don't know if there’s a better way Now I’m going hungry in a war room, it’s similar but it is not the same Be Cool Be…Cool