[Intro]
Hanging chains is the gold
Chunk of change is a goal
Sprint j**els from the store
It's as safe as it goes
Young Post wrote a poem
Alongside him was alone
Stuck stanzas into the flow
Nevermore was Flacco in the bowl
[Verse 1]
Scan the channels with the remote control
The panel was, so to speak, a signal of weak ocean beats by Frank seas
That sh** was so sweet, the cover was the skin of Willy Wonka's slaves
Oompa Loompas they went by the names
I need purple rain for the pain
I need Flurple from Shane
My neutrons are rustled, the jimmies are tussled, Robitussin will get it, if I drive a wagon
I can do anything I can imagine
Accept get in your vagina
You justify being with him, well I define dry gin
Adjacent to misogynistic messages I'm sending while I'm ascending from this ma**age on my dry wing
She s**ed the bone off the meat
But I still think about one thing
And that's Y.O.U
You want an apology, but why owe you?
I felt so whipped in your pad with your paddle, so why row you?
Look in the mirror, and ask why are you, able to break hearts with the eyes on you
The Ableton is plugged in, nothing to hold, so I hug these synths, Thank Y.O.U
[Break: Mato]
As my actions are justifiable, it would be illogical for my statements to be reprimanded in an untimely manner such as this
There are bad days, I know that now, thank you
[Verse 2]
Tell me could we forge
Yell at me when you're bored
Holler when you're sore
From your back prints on the floor
Do you think this rap sh** is hard? I'm just reading texts from 2:34
AM, yeah I am
Ay yams, how's heaven?
You now touch the sky like the video in Ye's REM
I remember the greenbacks days, when my leathered seats would be soaking up the haze
So much so, that the cow it was made from was getting slightly fazed
Since 'No Bad Days' dropped, sh**, nothing's been the same
There's been more rats in the maze, and the cats been depleting
From the phase
And the taste of my buds have been sleeping on the bud
Begging my tongue for a chaser for the UV rays
But the GPA has raised
I'm just trying to stand for something when I SAT
Cause it's all been an ACT since I starred in plays
(Shout out to August)