Now we can parle
Parle all day, ill just let u know that i'll be talking anyway
I wanna touch the clouds, im just a passenger
Fluff them up and tell the world they smell like lavender
Behold the finishing touches of an amateur
Then put your fist into sky just like a falconer
His eyes were colder than dreams of lucifer
I ululate for aliens and made impressions just to introduce us all
The humans called: "play that song so they dont shoot us all", and you dont call omaure twice like your office tech support
Never pause for applause when im doing what im destined for
It's a flaming passion like the bottle tops of molotovs
In this corner no one calls the shots, there's no corner boss
I can't be touched cuz im an autobot
I used to spread my wings run quick but never fly
Now i sit back and travel while im sippin killer wine
It's dinner time and im servin a la carte from the drive-in signs
Now we can parle
Parle all day i'll just let u know that i'll be talking anyway
