Lyrics:
got graph paper guiding our way
We got confusion, delusion
And all of Friday night to kill.
Pick up the phone the pizza's still late
dressed up
the first move to escape
Closer than me to the equator
I looked you up on graph paper
Not as close as we once were, oh no.
Undeterred, a man of words
easily unmade
Graph paper glory days
There's that cross, holstered at your hip
And not so steady hands
High noon or maybe low six
Tell me where you
unmade
Graph paper glory days
There's that cross, holstered at your hip
And not so steady hands
High noon or maybe low six
Tell me where you think it
To take real chances.
Tin-eared
Graph-paper brained accountants
Instead of music fans
Call all the shots at giant record companies now
The lowest
of graph paper
Yo
I used to have a rope ladder but tattered were the rungs,
I strung it from the highest willow, trying to hug the sun.
The seventh
Tin-eared
Graph-paper brained accountants
Instead of music fans
Call all the shots at giant record companies now
The lowest common denominator rules
Forget
Lightspeed, alt-1985 Nikes
I was with the Libyans, we took back the time machine
Lime green accents, make her do backflips
All I spit is math, graph
graph paper guiding our way
We got confusion, delusion
And all of Friday night to kill.
Pick up the phone the pizza's still late dressed up and ready
the blue-green
From the graph paper, always did it later
Lot of my supporters doubled as haters
They were laughing I kept writing
Kept rapping, started fighting
job for a weak-kneed weak-minded weekender like you
Graph-paper tiger you weep when wet and vetted every time
Conjured from cold copy in corporate
Of a hefty 8th grader
Creek Squad, haters all squared, graph paper
Haters made of potatoes
On my nuts and they love the flavor
Police always stallin', dictator
Made straight with a ruler
Graph paper, the best for mapping movements
The years at it providing improvement
All of it still intuitive
Coded, creative
No
the math)
When my graph paper sheets give me an anxiety attack
'Cause it's not how it's supposed to be
I don't care about my irrationality
I'm sure that
perpendicular
Baseball infields all have 4 corners
Wombat poop, graph paper, pats of butter
Art by Picasso and a lack of clutter
Everywhere it seems
There are
Balling like Thon meet your Maker
I got the bars yea graph paper
Riding the waves yeah I'm a sailor
I got the flow yeah Josh Hader
Got a bad bitch and she
my own games
Draw on graph paper, pixel each frame
Create new worlds, a computerized brain
Mazes and dungeons, dragons and kings
Explore outer
of a man
I try to trace the human nature
Square by square upon graph paper
I, oh, I
I play the game but by their rules
I end up looking like the fool
I, oh,
from school I went into my room and I hid
And if I got bored I'd color the squares on the graph paper grid
Then I went to school the next day
There was
infinity
That formula's proof we're meant to be
It's the formula
I'm infatuated but very calculated plotting our life out on graph paper
We got chemistry
the data and tagging up our ears.
Complex simulations with graph paper gears.
Knowing how the world works is not knowing how to work the world.
Knowing
good
I wanna do math with you
Integrate nice and slow
Let's bust out all your graph paper
And let the magic flow
I wanna do math with you
I'll love you
on the graph paper
In between my expectations
you take me over
There's something you need me to do
There's something I know how to do
There's something only I
girls
But we got graph paper guiding our way
We got confusion, delusion
And all of Friday night to kill.
Pick up the phone the pizza's still late
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