Prophecy - (7-26-2016) [Live in Washington D.C.]

It's okay, you can just listen to this part

We walk inside packed rooms and get the hands up like statues

Yeah, me and James, we ain't got no home to go back to

But who needs a home when you got a family?

When you got the microphone, who needs a Grammy?

Poetry written underneath a groupie

Fast forward two hours, I'm on stage screaming

"Who you gonna substitute me with?"

Another sheet of loose leaf, ripped

Another pair of blue jeans, stripped

Balled up in the corner of the back lounge

Evidence of a commitment to never back down

The spoils of victory

I went from class clown to king, king, king

You can see me, I'm in the black crown

And I smell good too

We out here, we talkin' 'bout prophecy, prophecy

On my mind constantly

People get rich when they take the time to copy me

Mike Posner's oddesy, don't forget the apostrophe

My prerogative is to shine bright, baby, no Bobby B

I got a new philosophy, honesty, honesty

Do whatever you feel and offer no apology

Make some damn noise, I want this night in my biography

I said make some damn noise, I want this night in my biography

Make some damn-

No, I want every night in my biography

Make it a million pages long, we made it here impossibly

Shout outs Dave Eggers, you shall know our velocity

Momma, are you watching me?

Uncle Fred, are you watching me?

Stewie, are you watching me?

David Foster Wallace, are you watching me?

We rocked every arena in this country, no choreography

I said we rocked every arena in this country, no choreography

But it's hard to be a prodigy in a democracy

People don't really care about equality as

Long as they got they shopping sprees, right?

But I'll tell you something else, I'd rather earn

Another million dollars than wake up and win the lottery

My bibliography will be one word long: God

Ooh, we talkin' 'bout prophecy, prophecy

On my mind constantly

If we're considering real shit, then Mike Posner Band gotta be

On the tip of your tongue, on the list of one

Let me cool off

Y'all doing alright over here?

Alright

We're on a world tour

We are chasing something

Something ineffable

A feeling you get it when everyone's

Listening from the front row to the ceiling

Anyone have one of those moments where

Everything just sort of makes sense? Say yeah

It's better than sex, it's better than drugs, it's true

You don't want to be high like me

And maybe I was wrong, maybe you do

'Cause I got the feeling right now, DC, do you?

I said I got the feeling right now, do you?

I got the feeling right now, do you?

Put your hands together for the Mike Posner Band

Talking 'bout prophecy, prophecy

On my mind constantly

My bibliography will be one word long: God