Kapeesh - B. Dunstone Lyrics

Inanimate satel-lit
Peeling particles apart 
Street drum, pan pattern labyrinth
Bobbing for pawns in a barrel of kings 
Outnumbered, wrong, pissed, pout a bit 
Back on the job, loyalty attri-bits
Question the scope of my madness
Fact of the matter's I'm phat as a Madden mitt
Banana peel, slippery pacifist 
Morals still intact 'til working girls accept plastic
Smarter than I circus act 
Windows down directing traffic, birds 
Slam dancing on candy mountain, teen angst-ing anxious I'm ousted, my shadow still planks in pictures 
It's the dumb things she says that make me proudest 'cause there's nothing to fear but Ganondorf and lefty scissors
All gizzards, no glory, no chains, tru story
Roll call, I'm here but this machine is blinking for me
Boundaries get dowsed in gasoline
City boy campout, all's quiet on the trampoline 
Maybe I'm dope as fuck
Culture slut vulture, on the pulse of I do this outta boredom kinda-sorta
Maybe I'm dope as fuck
Culture slut vulture, on the pulse of I do this outta boredom kinda-sorta
Vuah save em
Satan's made em complacent
Lasik safe for the third, I'm asking for a friend
I bet it's wonderful, multicultural crowds sound colorful and comfortable
Open to the opener, adjustable
Surfing your biggest fans
Back from the future to pray
Dear god of raves, what race, set, instructional   
Go not for nothing but the turbulence, the women, the circle pits
And the dents they so love to give 
Maybe I'm dumb as fuck, brain covered in dust
Could've had any star including the sun but nah, that's close enough
Maybe I'm dumb as fuck, brain covered in dust
Could've had any star including the sun but nah, that's close enough

Inanimate satel-lit
Peeling particles apart 
Street drum, pan pattern labyrinth
Bobbing for pawns in a barrel of kings 
Outnumbered, wrong, pissed, pout a bit 
Back on the job, loyalty attri-bits
Question the scope of my madness
Fact of the matter's I'm phat as a Madden mitt
Banana peel, slippery pacifist 
Morals still intact 'til working girls accept plastic
Smarter than I circus act 
Windows down directing traffic, birds 
Slam dancing on candy mountain, teen angst-ing anxious I'm ousted, my shadow still planks in pictures 
It's the dumb things she says that make me proudest 'cause there's nothing to fear but Ganondorf and lefty scissors
All gizzards, no glory, no chains, tru story
Roll call, I'm here but this machine is blinking for me
Boundaries get dowsed in gasoline
City boy campout, all's quiet on the trampoline 
Maybe I'm dope as fuck
Culture slut vulture, on the pulse of I do this outta boredom kinda-sorta
Maybe I'm dope as fuck
Culture slut vulture, on the pulse of I do this outta boredom kinda-sorta
Vuah save em
Satan's made em complacent
Lasik safe for the third, I'm asking for a friend
I bet it's wonderful, multicultural crowds sound colorful and comfortable
Open to the opener, adjustable
Surfing your biggest fans
Back from the future to pray
Dear god of raves, what race, set, instructional   
Go not for nothing but the turbulence, the women, the circle pits
And the dents they so love to give 
Maybe I'm dumb as fuck, brain covered in dust
Could've had any star including the sun but nah, that's close enough
Maybe I'm dumb as fuck, brain covered in dust
Could've had any star including the sun but nah, that's close enough