[Verse 1: Der Witz]
Yo, I'm chilling with a Cashbee, villain spit it nasty
Everyone hara** me, I'm feeling really ga**y, I'm trynna k** a Gatsby
A young n***a smoking weed, so my voice is getting raspy
And if you wanna know something, mothafuker, just ask me
I'm sitting back, smoking trees as the time elapse
Spitting raps 'til my vocal cords colapse
I'm tripping off the DMT, blasting off frequently
My d** speak for me, I'm popping pills and kinda feels with [?]
Watching Lucy in the sky with diamonds for the thrill
[Hook]
The room is distorted, snow on my lip
n***a get to snorting, f** this rapping sh**
It's getting kinda boring, I'm sleeping on the beat
I'm snoring
[Verse 2: Der Witz]
[?] dialog, when I die replay this monolog
Watching p**n an*log, busting nuts in catalogs
From the Heaven to the Hell I'm a demigod
Send me logs in space travel logs
[?]
I need to retreat, I'm skipping Sundays cause of the heat that I'm spitting every week... never written (uh)
Lets check for WikiLeaks, for them riddles, nickels, rocking Skittles and some sh**ty Beats
My tongue sizzles off them Greek symbols, third eye pixels, DMT, tickles my flow
I'm in love with the coco
[Hook x2]