Ahoy! Bloody banger
Get the f*ck out of my way
I've mixed a brand new concoction
Now I'm here to play
No keeping down low, anymore
Hear the sirens go off
Alarms blow off
As I carve verses and fire them
I keep my calm
This is my meditation
Not fueled by validation
Mum I got sufficient innovation
A psychedelic, I'm a relic
A finicky old brat
As I claw my creations into shape
Mimicking old cats
And that's
Something we do
Steal a piece out of pies
Created before you
And then we layer them with fresh cream
Cherry on top
At times it tastes good
At times it's a grand flop
Can't stop
Can't quit the game
Till we beat the dead horse
Into bringing it to life again
It's not bad
It's not being fraud
As Mr. White said
We're all copying God
So hey huckleberry
Take a moment or two
Oil your canals with the notes
I created for you
Take the old and the rusted
Sculpt some new
See like the monkey
But your own you do
Scintillating like ethereal
Beyond enraptured, as I'm shitting out material
Nouns, verbs, adjectives in the modern Shakespearean
Standing tall and effective
The born Machiavellian
Notorious.
Tad bit nefarious
Memorials
Aren't the most glorious
But all I care is painting my existence
In artforms
I break norms
Facing no resistance
As no one really knows what I'm on about
A grand time banter
No-show
No shout
And I'm the only one whose killing my authority
Self-deprecating I lay rotting with the majority
Aah
I've had it with the part-time drizzle
A non-stop carousel of imaginative blizzards
I got no time to waste anymore
I'm not going to copy-paste the taste anymore
Which brings me back to this wee valuable conversation
Cut the crust
And summarize this little piece of information
Observation is a necessary element too
So observe and do your own
Not what a monkey do
Just do your own not what a monkey do
I said
Go do your own not what a monkey do
Spare me the fires
The communal environments
Can't be distracted
By what's hot anymore
Took a while
But I found my style
In a piece of the time
That I thought I would ago
Understanding the mould is the enemy
And borrowing a legacy
Is not the mission of me
I'm the only friend of me
Who gets what I got to be
I ought to be in energy
Can't lie back anymore
I believe in the greater knowledge
Than knowing just the way to piss
Concurring with the symphonies of universal fizz
Starting up at the brink of dawning
Writing till the crazy hits
And boy it's annoying when the monkey comes and gives me tips
So stop
Let me write my joke
I'll find the punchline
I've got the ropes
I'm learned
From the best before
I just need to calm down
And find my zone
Experience
And iron hope
And zest
For the quest of something more
The monkeys
Can come and go
While I see thy space
And make it my own
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Balloonhead - Monkey See Monkey Do Lyrics
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Ahoy! Bloody banger
Get the f*ck out of my way
I've mixed a brand new concoction
Now I'm here to play
No keeping down low, anymore
Hear the sirens go off
Alarms blow off
As I carve verses and fire them
I keep my calm
This is my meditation
Not fueled by validation
Mum I got sufficient innovation
A psychedelic, I'm a relic
A finicky old brat
As I claw my creations into shape
Mimicking old cats
And that's
Something we do
Steal a piece out of pies
Created before you
And then we layer them with fresh cream
Cherry on top
At times it tastes good
At times it's a grand flop
Can't stop
Can't quit the game
Till we beat the dead horse
Into bringing it to life again
It's not bad
It's not being fraud
As Mr. White said
We're all copying God
So hey huckleberry
Take a moment or two
Oil your canals with the notes
I created for you
Take the old and the rusted
Sculpt some new
See like the monkey
But your own you do
Scintillating like ethereal
Beyond enraptured, as I'm shitting out material
Nouns, verbs, adjectives in the modern Shakespearean
Standing tall and effective
The born Machiavellian
Notorious.
Tad bit nefarious
Memorials
Aren't the most glorious
But all I care is painting my existence
In artforms
I break norms
Facing no resistance
As no one really knows what I'm on about
A grand time banter
No-show
No shout
And I'm the only one whose killing my authority
Self-deprecating I lay rotting with the majority
Aah
I've had it with the part-time drizzle
A non-stop carousel of imaginative blizzards
I got no time to waste anymore
I'm not going to copy-paste the taste anymore
Which brings me back to this wee valuable conversation
Cut the crust
And summarize this little piece of information
Observation is a necessary element too
So observe and do your own
Not what a monkey do
Just do your own not what a monkey do
I said
Go do your own not what a monkey do
Spare me the fires
The communal environments
Can't be distracted
By what's hot anymore
Took a while
But I found my style
In a piece of the time
That I thought I would ago
Understanding the mould is the enemy
And borrowing a legacy
Is not the mission of me
I'm the only friend of me
Who gets what I got to be
I ought to be in energy
Can't lie back anymore
I believe in the greater knowledge
Than knowing just the way to piss
Concurring with the symphonies of universal fizz
Starting up at the brink of dawning
Writing till the crazy hits
And boy it's annoying when the monkey comes and gives me tips
So stop
Let me write my joke
I'll find the punchline
I've got the ropes
I'm learned
From the best before
I just need to calm down
And find my zone
Experience
And iron hope
And zest
For the quest of something more
The monkeys
Can come and go
While I see thy space
And make it my own
Get the f*ck out of my way
I've mixed a brand new concoction
Now I'm here to play
No keeping down low, anymore
Hear the sirens go off
Alarms blow off
As I carve verses and fire them
I keep my calm
This is my meditation
Not fueled by validation
Mum I got sufficient innovation
A psychedelic, I'm a relic
A finicky old brat
As I claw my creations into shape
Mimicking old cats
And that's
Something we do
Steal a piece out of pies
Created before you
And then we layer them with fresh cream
Cherry on top
At times it tastes good
At times it's a grand flop
Can't stop
Can't quit the game
Till we beat the dead horse
Into bringing it to life again
It's not bad
It's not being fraud
As Mr. White said
We're all copying God
So hey huckleberry
Take a moment or two
Oil your canals with the notes
I created for you
Take the old and the rusted
Sculpt some new
See like the monkey
But your own you do
Scintillating like ethereal
Beyond enraptured, as I'm shitting out material
Nouns, verbs, adjectives in the modern Shakespearean
Standing tall and effective
The born Machiavellian
Notorious.
Tad bit nefarious
Memorials
Aren't the most glorious
But all I care is painting my existence
In artforms
I break norms
Facing no resistance
As no one really knows what I'm on about
A grand time banter
No-show
No shout
And I'm the only one whose killing my authority
Self-deprecating I lay rotting with the majority
Aah
I've had it with the part-time drizzle
A non-stop carousel of imaginative blizzards
I got no time to waste anymore
I'm not going to copy-paste the taste anymore
Which brings me back to this wee valuable conversation
Cut the crust
And summarize this little piece of information
Observation is a necessary element too
So observe and do your own
Not what a monkey do
Just do your own not what a monkey do
I said
Go do your own not what a monkey do
Spare me the fires
The communal environments
Can't be distracted
By what's hot anymore
Took a while
But I found my style
In a piece of the time
That I thought I would ago
Understanding the mould is the enemy
And borrowing a legacy
Is not the mission of me
I'm the only friend of me
Who gets what I got to be
I ought to be in energy
Can't lie back anymore
I believe in the greater knowledge
Than knowing just the way to piss
Concurring with the symphonies of universal fizz
Starting up at the brink of dawning
Writing till the crazy hits
And boy it's annoying when the monkey comes and gives me tips
So stop
Let me write my joke
I'll find the punchline
I've got the ropes
I'm learned
From the best before
I just need to calm down
And find my zone
Experience
And iron hope
And zest
For the quest of something more
The monkeys
Can come and go
While I see thy space
And make it my own
Writer: Pranjal Gupta, Prawn Waters
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid