T1:
Five years later two weeks notice
We set the record for dopeness and then we broke it
We never left we just totally shifted focus
And wrote up another opus the opening of a lotus
MK:
On our last record we had a song called Liam Neeson
But it turned out he’s a racist so straight up FUCK HIM (music drop for fuck him)
Maybe it’s a curse, turning wholesome stars toxic
But fingers crossed we don’t ruin Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson
T1:
Eight oclock coffee with a flaming hot croissant then
I take a walk maybe not I ate a lot (exhausted!)
Clear my plate from off the tablecloth (conscience!)
And that ain’t my only way to start the day I got options
MK:
My style is every measure drastic, a quite conceited bastid
Who can flip a dusty record to a certified classic
I’m a litraly a master, you’re novice in this game
You barely make impressions, I’m here to leave a stain
T1:
I’m half Jason Statham, half Clay Aiken
I've seen the world off of songs that I made in my basement
Only fam i give a damn if the radio plays them
I want my songs on the International space station
MK:
10 foot tall, one ball, your partner sweating me
They think it’s so cute the way i sing my offkey melody
I’m a different pedigree, that’s just the way it is
You trying to maintain, i’m handling my biz.
T1:
This is a calm collected measured response
Not every song is intended to behave like a gentleman on
What do you expect us to do next when everything’s wrong
You are correct if you guessed Whatever we want
MK:
If you haven’t heard Two Weeks Notice is the squad
With an attitude so flippant we test the patience of God
Tribe One is a pacifist but you should be aware tho
But if you test kHill you might just catch a falcon arrow