1 of Mine

[Verse 1: Milo]

I can be the Ubermensch

Presently ensconced in a thick, thick loser's stench

Let's use only the future tense

My collective is unconscious though

Yeah, I can't forget when they auctioned us

Brown boy king, red crown glows phosphorus

Young Jung, bump Sun Kil Moon

Wearing toe socks, I've got hymnals for the know-nots

On tour and I'm weary of the dinginess

Tag my name in the Codex Seraphinianus

In Chicago bleeding in a back alley

An olive tree thrives somewhere in the Napa Valley

Oh boy, I'm a big fucking moron

IMDB searched life advice from Ghost Dog

Usher in a new era of raps post-Herzog

This is just deserts for an old slob, bow

[Hook: Nick Diamonds]

First one to take it (I've been slippin')

Last one to make it (I've been slippin')

At calling time but I can't, head vacant

It's another one of mine

[Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle]

Yo, yo, people talk to me at their saddest

It gets fairly overwhelming for my secretary Gladys

She prefer to only deal with my earnest business proposals

So she patently refuses all the passwords to my socials

She once happened on a message from an older friend from college

Who would like to end her crisis by drinking furniture polish

I said, "Gladys, this one's simple, she just needs someone to listen"

Said she wasn't trained or paid enough for suicide prevention

Plus the reason people seek you when they can't hold it together

Is cause you seem to find the right words without too much sweat or effort

There ain't no Dr. Lecter, Dr. Scholls or Dr. Pepper

Got a lady and a kid and I gotta make these stupid records

Something's missing from this picture

Ain't none of these people worried about who listens to the listeners

Gladys told me, "Tell 'em fuck off if they such a waste of time"

I never told her that depressed account was another one of mine

[Hook: Nick Diamonds]