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heath mcnease - norweigan wood lyrics

[intro]
from georgia to thailand
–and back
sounds like it came from thailand
yeah

[verse 1]
i tiptoe inside the cypher, get the love that i want
they’re like, “who’s this harry potter, why’s he luggin’ his wand?”
why his empty pocket got him steady clutchin’ them ones?
a prince half-blooded, half mudded stuck to his guns
with more hard features
than defense against the dark arts teachers
hogwarts said he got the tony stark features
me and robert downey watching downton abbey marathons
i bet that something british happen while you ask me
about the cast and, no i never got a call
to be a butler or a crawley
or an extra by the wall
so i exercise it off
squat-thrusts for the quadriceps
down to a copper head stance to a quadruped
and what a watershed moment for your awkward set
you learned to hold a fifty-seven like a proper vet
call your pontifex’s offices
you still a cross-indexed loch ness-looking monster with a cornish rex
and rappers like me are just a dime a dozen
a bunch of george michael bluth-like white mclovin’s
(buh duh buh buh buh)
but your wife mclove it
her tousled hair might as well say
[?]

champion sound, rewind selector
i can’t believe my teach wore these levi’s to lecture us
cash friday, cashmere monday
paps did a lap drivin’ last year’s hyundai
it’s good work if you can get it
so is qualifying for an unemployment check if you can spend it

i’m in my draws watchin’ cake boss
think i’m being catfished by this pic of kate moss
think i’m calling nev– he can settle it in less than fifty minutes
it was christy turlington who texted every single sentence
calvin klein model? former, if you being picky
formative years went from dormant to the beast that’s in me
squeeze a milli, never milli or a semi
it’s the simian within me get me ill for lauren linney

freud would have a field day
if i was poked and prodded by the king of transference science would a fail safe
it’s called “repression”, homie
a back catalog get through to my unconscious
i don’t wanna get arrested, homie
self-sabotage ten years and goin’ strong
i know you love the notebook, girls, but noah’s wrong
don’t you think the fact that author had to make him up
appeals to the logical mind that he was fake as us?
and i won’t fake the funk, i’ll just bring the voice of reason
boisterous i’m seeing gets the pointillism treatment

and george seurat may sense from a mile away
point-blank distance, they dismissed it like my rhyme today
and bump that yearly double extra-large freshman cypher
i’ll make a textbook from thought like the next macgyver
never heard of rap before ’til you heard of macklemore
and now it’s cuban link on daily in the valley store
the valley accent never even put antennas up
but a southern drawl make a sailor eat his spinach up
artichoke dip wrote a lot of pulp fiction
a follow in the vault a little a model cult’s wisdom

articles of linen started falling from the women
for a quarter of a minute could’ve sworn that i was lennon
make it rain like a nor’easter should
wake up with nothing left but some norwegian wood
what’s good?

- heath mcnease lyrics

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