Wolfmother Wallpaper

[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle]

This is the room with the Wolfmother wallpaper

You can lick the wounds 'cause it's all flavored

All labor can resume 'cause we're all makers

All [?] get consumed by a six-foot mushroom

Working with the broom for the dust mice

Doing the tough guy skin from a rough night

I feel you thinking on some, "I don't give a fuck, Mike"

But this is what you wanted to see

This is the room with the Wolfmother wallpaper

Where I drink Blue Moon from the salt shaker

Tallest wall Fraser was on a fault line

But I ain't afraid to shake it cause it's all mine

You at the precipice, and if you tryna sink the rest of it

I'll show you [water/what I?], tell you where the question is

Can you hear that all the childhood excrement

Stand next to it and respect it, sit

You say you don't care if the air isn't decent

But there's a door there for a reason

And it's worse than the first floor

And after this you can't say you weren't warned

And even if you find what you search for

Caught between a nigga and a wizard in a turf war

In a small room hotter than the Earth's core

It might cost you your arm or your first born

And we both know you really can't afford it

So then you gotta deal with the feeling

And leave it with something that you know is important

Without leaving a thing in return