[Verse 1]
I want more life, f**er
And you can infantilize the rest of the room
I am gonna step outside now, if I may
[Verse 2]
Sell it to the sold-to's
Sing it to the parrots, they can squawk it back at you
I am gonna slip outside now anyway
[Chorus 1]
It's not bull-leaps-into-stands, it's not Cheyenne-Arapaho
It's “Morning, Ralph," “Morning, Sam," see you tomorrow
[Verse 3]
Shareholder curtsy, shareholder bow
The neighbor's wifi's called “magic negro” now
I am gonna burn his house down, if I may
[Verse 4]
Deep in the heart of wildest Caucasia
You're tearing it up!
I am gonna slip outside and see the day
[Chorus 2]
It's not Natalya Estemirova, it's not Cheyenne-Arapaho
A well-lit nowhere, see you tomorrow