[Bridge: Bruce Bayne]
La La La La La(x4)
[Verse 1: Bruce Bayne]
Monk is my moniker
I'm getting drunk with my n***as
And smoking on that bone- thug harmonicas
Extra eye like a web cam on a monitor
I specialize in the advancement of the commoners
Third eye seeing through the trinoculars
Try knocking us. You're not gonna have a high enough consciousness
No enemies what kind of sense I need for reconnaissance
I'm in a room that looks like my brain
I'm battling the Bruce and fighting off the Bayne
My chain off the chain, changed colors like Gandalf gained
I got game to the grandpa cane
You can't pause the reign. Hail, snow, or sleet
Hell no you asleep but my dream incomplete
Let freedom ring, don't free the dumb they afraid what some will think
One wink is morse code a story told through a ton of blinks
I'm working out the kinks s**a
Your girl kinky Ima f** her on the sink s**a
You bring supper to the king, Ima k** you watch the king suffer
For the good of the people who've seen such a
Terrible variable placed in unfair air theraflu
From where you want to be wearing blue
I'm in the corner of my continent with three contacts
Like mom dad and anyone who responds back
The prime package Devine, the blind batted savant
Nonchalantly scribble with the italic fonts
I hope the message get through or I'll stay waiting
Been doing graffiti since it was cave painting
Prime of my life boy I hay-daying
Hate saying can't cause I can y'all stay hating
In a room that looks like my brain I'm debating d-daying
Keep saying peace sayings. keep praying
[Hook]
3rd eye, 3rd eye I've got that 3rd eye, 3rd eye (x4)
[Verse 2: Bruce Bayne]
Recommended by the higher up
Said I needed a supplier's plug
Die hearts get they soul crushed
Can't believe they tried to fire us, No love no loss
Heard Yellowstone might erupt
Empire'd and the land that I love in a lot of trouble if we don't try and trust
I ain't talking about the geysers rising up
I ain't talking about the guys that's in the Ryder's cup
This is when your ride or dies only ride about a mile bruh
And the debt you owed is so piled up
Owe a desert snow powder, Owe my life to no low-power
Devil and the po-po profiler
And the yellow envelopes when the deals go sour