going no place

[Verse 1: Milo] They filthy fucks (What else?), mad clumsy Saw them muttering in the corner about something Yes, capital-S blessed, then grapple with stress The vest was chartreuse, bet he's part-sleuth A dark art artist in the booth, partition the loop Disperse to veteran crews, then reinstate the old rules Warn the cynical sky-scanner The black man's Bruce Banner is an iCamera [Interlude 1] This is the way it was While I was waiting for your eyes to find me I was drifting Going no place Hypnotized by sunshine maybe [Verse 2: Milo] Going no place because I remember yesterday Once wore his hair with a part like the renegade A little darker, but less handsome than Bobby Sixkiller Came with two hands and smacks for Mac Millers I shot John Wayne like Praswell Scared straight, bet them shit stains in your Carhartts was heart-felt On the perfect day, I tap my crew before seppuku On any kind of list, my name is nowhere next to you Bet, in group photos, I wear the turtleneck Coyly smile with two lung fulls of purple cess We could hit a joog or a lick, turn your mans into food with my fists If a MAWG fuck with me, he's in a dune or a ditch, best believe [Interlude 2] I'm much too wise for sandcastles [Verse 3: Milo] That's not boasting You were used to me rapping my book list Indeed, a nigga might look bookish You can be next in line to catch a hooked fist But nah, right? Pssh [Interlude 3: Milo] And my little sister's out front, playing hopscotch And she's like, she's like [Hook: Milo] Dap Dunlap, don't "Why, I oughta" I'm the fly Don Dada, I'm the fly Don Dada Be like Dap Dunlap, don't "Why, I oughta" I'm the fly Don Dada, I'm the fly Don Dada Dap Dunlap, don't "Why, I oughta" I'm the fly Don Dada, I'm the fly Don Dada Be like Dap Dunlap, don't "Why, I oughta" I'm the fly Don Dada, I'm the fly Don Dada [Interlude 4: E L U C I D] Yeah Shout-out Milo, holding me down here One, uh [Verse 4: E L U C I D] I wear my pants how I wear my pants Throw up my hands, but I might not dance I don't really have a problem, that's just my face, you're in my way When the roof ran dry, had to float on faith Fathers in the hood never got much praise Baby blue for lawsuit in a dark arcade Half moon fade, unlaced kicks Fuck running from Jakes, one way out, please don't make haste In the pocket, bringing foil to the tapas spot My name clears when the docket drops Hoppin' John on the first of the year Accomplishing the trip, that was me switching gears Non-linear delirium, niggardly idioms Dreadlocked Jesus take the wheel before I plow civilians I want you to feel, tap into brilliance Hudson River, the city in, I'm chilly chill, what's really real? Blood spray on the glass ceiling All my niggas need hugs for daily trauma dealings Highways kinda bub, can't explain it away Day-to-day came in waves Wash over second nature, all grown up Get right 'fore I'm older, stuck, Newport shorts and two bucks Worth of cold cuts, that's low, cuz, no love No love, K-N-O-Dub [Outro] I'm much too wise for sandcastles My castles are across the sea Still within my mind