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BEEHOARD
01:56
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I make my money from a keyboard
Your stagnant beats are making me bored
I might just turn into a bee hoard
Iâm on a quest to find the ski lord
All those things I said before were just a test I am the ski lord
Just kidding my true identity was actually the bee hoard
Yeah weâre out and about and weâre buzzinâ
See our shadow and you better get to runninâ
Think youâre safe on the slide at the playground
But youâre wrong thatâs our favorite place to hang around
Chicken tortilla
Dinner sounds tasty to me yeah
Growing money like itâs chia
But my compliments are free yeah
Going to a party later
Give me four wheels like a skater
Donât like heelys youâre a hater
Broke my toe yeah just like mater
I wish I was best friends with lightning McQueen
Speeding around that track with him that is my dream
(Nothing romantic though, just like as friends)
I hope my phone isnât dead
I wonât say whatâs in my head
Wait for emotion to end
I would rather be in-
I hope my phone isnât dead
I wonât say whatâs in my head
Wait for emotion to end
I would rather be in-
I hope my phone isnât dead
I wonât say whatâs in my head
Wait for emotion to end
I would rather be in-
I hope my phone isnât dead
I wonât say whatâs in my head
Wait for emotion to end
I would rather be in-
I hope my phone isnât dead
I wonât say whatâs in my head
Wait for emotion to end
I would rather be in-
I hope my phone isnât dead
I wonât say whatâs in my head
Wait for emotion to end
I would rather be in-
I hope my phone isnât dead
I wonât say whatâs in my head
Wait for emotion to end
I would rather be in bed
I would rather be in bed
â¨I would rather be in bed
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SKILORD
02:23
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(*Wizard running and panting* Can you help me?)
I get the feeling that guy Homer isnât great
I just ate dinner and you bet I cleaned the plate
I get the feeling that this food isnât high quality
But I guess thatâs why you wonât go to the mall with me
I will never be the one that eats the cake
I will never know what chances I should take
I didnât want to burn my mouth and now my foodâs too cold
I hope I figure out this Rubikâs Cube before Iâm old
I hope a Wizard takes my hand
And takes me to a distant land
Think of the good his spells could do
Wish that was me instead of you
The wizard and I are worlds apart
The odds were stacked against me from the start
My lonely heart is filled with betrayal
Iâm having a bad time at the ski trail
At the ski trail
At the ski trail
Oh, the betrayal
At the ski trail
At the ski trail
At the ski trail
Oh, the betrayal
At the ski trail
At the ski trail
At the ski trail
Oh, the betrayal
At the ski trail
At the ski trail
At the ski trail
Oh, the betrayal
At the ski trail
(*Wizard sobbing*)
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Better
02:48
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(Ghostly Hypeman: It's better and better. Better and better. It gets better and better!)
Better than an ice cream cone
That I eat when Iâm all alone
Sitting right on the clean kitchen floor
Only light coming from the fridge door
Better to me than a creamy ice cold cake
In the form of creamy ice cold milk shake
Donât you ever go thinking Iâm fake
For you a loaf of bread I will go bake
Itâs better than the concept of eating, sleeping
Itâs secret, donât even think about sneaky peaking
Better than living when you think that youâre dead
Better than the brain you can fit in your head
Better than breathing in the smell of rain
Better than a horse with a really long mane
Better than a baking bun
When youâre coming in from having all the fun
Better than my only son
He goes by James and heâs on the run
Speaking on the topic of my son James can I just say
That I really think that the things that he did are not okay
If you see him and you smell him can you tell him to pay
All the taxes, fees, and fines he gained while selling propane
Sweet James was raised to be a criminal
He was made with messages subliminal
Lost his mind in the vines like an animal
Gone in two sips like a Danimal
Sweet James found solace in Propane
It did to pain what Nic cage did to that plane
In con air I think, but I never saw it
If there was still a movie hotline Iâd call it
Anyways, I diverge from the point
This thing Iâve got is better than my boy
I know you want it but you know youâll never get it
I think itâs better that you just forget it
Better that you just forget it
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Third đď¸
01:57
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(wizard: *chuckles* I will incinerate you)
Prying open my third eye
But itâs tired and shy
Let it make up itâs mind
On itâs own time
Gotta run to the feet store
Must be out of beats your
Rhythmâs making me snore
Four on the floor
Four on the floor
Iâm just sitting on the ground and thinking
What kind of ancient relic caused this stinking
Smell thatâs in my nose I know this odor
Nasty stink lines lead to my cupholder
Put my art into a nice picture frame
Accruing monthly late fees that is so lame
Putting on a front to function neatly
Lots of grandmothers I will hug sweetly
Looking at the clock and realizing another yearâs gone by
It makes me want to build a rocket ship and fly into the sky
Iâll find myself on Jupiter where I will eat a pumpkin pie
Fall back to the earth and when you ask me where I went Iâll lie
And say I was always here
You can tell from my stomps Iâm near
My mother will not drink a beer
Why would I go to space when all my friends are here
Prying open my third eye
But itâs tired and shy
Let it make up itâs mind
On itâs own time
Gotta run to the feet store
Must be out of beats your
Rhythmâs making me snore
Four on the floor
I always knew Iâd be a baker
Youâll always be the biggest faker
Everyone tells me Iâm the ski lord
I know deep inside Iâm the bee hoard
I know deep inside Iâm the bee hoard
I know deep inside Iâm the bee hoard
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