Steel Wool

[Intro]

It's the real thing

'Kay, let me get, uh, two Chick-O-Sticks

Some Pepto Bismol

A pack of Camel unfiltereds

And, uh, give me two Mega Millions

[Chorus 1]

Used to pair cereal and cartoons

Cartoons

I don't know if there's a better way

Way

Now I'm going hungry in the war room

War room

It's similar, but it is not the same

[Verse 1]

When I walk in, be cool

No sudden moves, only coming through to refuel

Be forewarned, my skin reads as steel wool

Hook hand with a haymaker on a shopping spree into your gene pool

I might change into y'alls dad's eyes, looking disappointed in the real you

Son, that's ushering some abominable milieu in

That kill off any climate we put time into, mildewin'

Tilt sensor on get defensive, I's weeding through the some old highlight reels

Hindsight is like trying to prune the Amazon back to one bonzai tree

When I walk in, be easy, sign the contract, no eye contact

No-eyed tomcat in a "Free Emile" tee, no ID, I'm so unwieldy

I'm, over the river, I'm into the woods, recruiting the pick of the iffiest wolves

Who fittingly follow me back to the city, to butcher a dinner with hooves

Lo-fi's most high, I'm the most low, mind the go code

Mind the driveway to your giant show boat

Ya might just show up to a private toll road

You might, pay to attain what you already own

It's part of a trend, it's part of the start of the end

Or maybe it's farther along then we oughta pretend, yeah

[Chorus 2]

Used to pair cereal and cartoons

Cartoons

I don't know if there's a better way

Way

Now I'm going hungry in the war room

War room

It's similar, but it is not the same

Same

Be cool

Be

Cool

[Verse 2]

When I walk in, when I walk in

When I walk in, be calm

Hands on the table, cameras on and playing recon

Be forewarned, my skin reads as peat moss

GT's that spin kick the most harmonious pea pod

That heart rate go adagio to some Art Blakey-day bebop

In no time at all, these two palms touching, charging up that fireball

Knees bent, nerves worn, nose bleeding, perfect form

Ears bleeding, eyes bleeding, this ain't just some ordinary parlor trick

It's perfect storming, board up your apartment shit

When I walk in, be low key, don't trust no one, don't mind the pundits

Stink-eye for these Guy Smileys, if you love something, you don't like nothing

That's not opinion, entertainment, go spin the bottle till you kiss the mamba

I'm ten thousand hours In-A-Gadda, with ten shades of Les Miserables

Information

Information battering the senses

Here we see the mamba eating something fatter than its neck is

Which is also entertaining, he had to take off the necklace

Maybe everybody's destiny's defending something selfish, yeah

[Chorus 2]

Used to pair cereal and cartoons

Cartoons

I don't know if there's a better way

Way

Now I'm going hungry in the war room

War room

It's similar, but it is not the same

Same

Be cool

Be

Cool