Over-well-mme by Subtle Keystrokes & Prof. Mayfly published on 2015-03-10T03:47:19Z Lyrics: So overwhelmed and underdressed fairly blessed and not impressed. The birdy built a nest and quickly learned that leavings best pushed the hatchlings to the plummet from the summit some found summer flights and some found the concrete would take their week old life but that's alright. Survival of the fitness it's primal and it's kiddish I'm kidding I mean childish... I'm on me mean child shit. Meanwhile slip and fall and call for hands when all these handouts left me looking for no ones hands and out. Man down man down it's time to man up. He stood still till the ash settled. And chuckled lightly to the sky. Let out a samurais cry and found balance in the acts of megalomaniacs it doesn't take a brainiac to see that madness stems from reason and reason stems from madness and the craziest motherfuckers understand better the type of things the molded youth never found use with but it's useless until catastrophe proves it and there's no parade for the jaded who saw what was coming and emptied his savings. He headed for te hills and lost site of the city which he'd thought was plopped upon said hill. A sun god centers himself and says he doesn't need help he's got it all figured out himself centered entered even more unbalanced than they had made him out to be. He tries to smother the clutter with theory upon theory upon one another sliding together like butter. So professor mayfly thrives and comes alive with hive mindset. He's tryna finance the chance to make it out alive. He takes waste and biodegrades they call him ugly man tryin to optimize flutter time. Trying to rcognize half his ties to the ride home. But doesn't get that's it's dynamic and he's only scratched the surface leaving out a last dimension the rate of retention ought to be your last mention when you consider that you're fenced in and blocked off from the office. You've been ostracized, and optimized past the point of ruptur and we can't monitor this modulus we can't even begin to evaluate the hypothesis come one and come all prof mayfly but he may fall and he's not as tall as he thinks he is he's not past the point of return because hasn't left yet he hasn't pressed yet into the waxy underbelly of the beast the thunder swelling from the east like swelling yeast in fermentation brings forth your liquid courage that won't budge nudged in this direction shoved into another so far from the family you've lost touch with brothers so far from the famine you feast while some starve to be pantomime princes touched by the glimpses of twinkling distance for the very instance of an instant. With his Winston lips his sandstone teeth and a velvet fabrication of his livelihood, his motive is flourescent but unquestioned with every syllable placed like a class on a syllabus or craft rooms that fill with dust killing us because we'd let go so long ago the thing we scare out children out of holding and harnessing we industrialize perfection. Capitalize on power and watch flowers wilt...tilt the camera, silted hands for the geotechnical filthy lands for the free professionals. I'll be at the festival nick heads screwed on questionable and suttle knows how to float and wonder together we argue we ponder, start each pay day amongst the working class pay grade feeling born again and different no time to pursue women or fancy linen not lost but winning playing into the same game each day a different player each place a different mayor each taste a different flavor. And stupidly sensitive, I could cry you a river I could draw you the figures and you still couldn't figure this out Genre buzz-Hop Comment by Zoetic Minds so sick! 2015-03-18T14:32:04Z Comment by VisionsofVerde defining what it means to be a lyricist. Feeling it bro. 2015-03-17T21:57:09Z Comment by Blind Kids With Guns lovee it 2015-03-10T04:30:14Z