Folk-Metaphysics - Milo

I should not sit on this couch and watch Netflix

I should take pouty mouth pics for my press kit

I should defy the rules of logic

I should invent some quirky new merchandise product

I just want to rap good and not sell bread sticks

I will not become a martyr for the deadbeats

I will shave my beard off by the end of this week

I will go out and learn to socialize and figure out why all my ex-girlfriends

hate me

I’m going to put this big brain to good use

I’m going to write rap songs to find objective truths

I’m going to be better than my father

I’m going to upload well edited pictures to Flickr

I’m going to eat a lot more Fig Newtons and sign petitions by women’s rights

movements

I don’t make promises I can’t keep

Which is why I won’t make promises ever

And when I write letters to those ex-girlfriends

That’s going to be the header

I don’t make promises I can’t keep

Which is why I won’t make promises ever

And when I write letters to those ex-girlfriends

That’s going to be the header

I wish I’d met you on Legends of the Hidden Temple

I wish Hegel wasn’t so incomprehensible

I wish I was more like the Übermensch

I wish my fears didn’t have such a putrid stench

I think my muscles should be bigger

I don’t know much about Being and Nothingness

But I might just be a being of nothingness

I heard there’s going to be a rap parade

Come on try a little

Nothing is forever

It’s got to be something better than in the middle

Me &Cinderella, put it all together

We can drive it home

(With one headlight)

We were driving and I yelled «Padiddle»

You started crying so I cried a little

I’m almost positive if I made better mix CDs

I would bother less with relationship complexities

You know, sometimes I stutter

Sometimes I forget to put on cocoa butter

Sometimes I wish I was better at song writing

Sometimes I feel like the master of thong wiring

In the future I will neuter my ambitions

I will give in to anxieties

I will observe superstitions

I will be Indiana Jones in small claims court

I will regret in high school that I never played sports

In the future I will be passive aggressive

In the future I will vote for the wrong guy

In the future I will be swayed by a strong bribe

And a very firm handshake and I will invite dinner guests over for ham steak

I will be gone before the rise of the oceans

I will become a squiggle in the string of «ients

I don’t make promises I can’t keep

Which is why I won’t make promises ever

And when I write letters to those ex-girlfriends

That’s going to be the header

I don’t make promises I can’t keep

Which is why I won’t make promises ever

And when I write letters to those ex-girlfriends

That’s going to be the header

Come on try a little

Nothing is forever

There’s got to be something better than in the middle

Me &Cinderella, put it all together

We can drive it home

(With one headlight)

We can drive it with weak contrivance

We can drive it with weak contrivance

We can drive it with weak contrivance

We can drive it with weak contrivance

We can drive it with weak contrivance

We can drive it with weak contrivance

We can drive it with weak contrivance