(Check, check, yeah, one-two, ah, yeah, yeah, check, yeah, yeah) Only your corollaries know ya’ll Unique snowflakes in ordinary snowballs And you can find me in the place sipping what’s to sip Between shrooms and touring I’m sure to take a bunch of trips And f** that one guy who’s screen name was “thunderlips” Pelt him with a bag full of mesquite flavored Kruncher chips Yeah, I’m bout to raise my vibration up See me, say hi, wave, try to say what’s up It’s all good in the hood, I think I listened to the Kinks and my fridge don’t stink Ah, yeah So today’s a pretty good day Doing what I’m supposed to do and saying what I should say Hooray, I’m not feeling bad like I could be Or regretting that I didn’t grow my hair like Touré’s Yeah, I wanna show up in the search results Purchase Volkswagens then cake up and purchase coats Them little thin ones is worthless folks And I’m sad I never got to see or tweet Mr. Perfect posts Yeah, It’s all white meat and baby fat Been woke so long I might need to take a nap And I’m likely afraid of that Imma swipe me a high speed data map Or I might be a five speed beta max Ca**ette tape Show me your best resting d**h face Show me anything except for whoever makes the best vapes Yeah, couldn’t even pretend to give a freak Submit this whole verse as an op-ed to Businessweek I wrote a letter to the editor I don’t know if d**h Certificate’s better than The Predator Veteran cheddar getters know how to do it togetherer
And that’s why they make stuff foreverer and everer Yeah, and everybody mama know the song But they still won’t let a brother dip a toe in Lake Woebegone Yeah, And if you’re stuck in a traffic jam Just add me on the snapstagram This was brought to you by sh** that I don’t own Yeah, add me on sh**, yeah If you was rich and about to be broke I can coach you ‘Cause I can show you how to k** a roach with a boat shoe Might have to sell the dining room table though And pay to go HAM on some second-hand baby clothes And cut the cable, bro, gamble on wireless My sister sells jailbroken Amazon Fire sticks Need somewhere to bark start with local governments Spar with Republicans, the stars won’t be punishing You, fool, your phone’s the new ark of the covenant And God spoke to you in a bar called Mulligans If there was justice all men would have to die, patricide Tweet at the void and heart the at replies And don’t cry if you can’t find me I built a time machine to go and hide in the Nineties No friends I only want giants beside me To get close you gotta be the the size of a pine tree My supervillain name would be Ultra Hater I’d act really cool then insult you later Here’s something you should know from the ground floor As far as rappers none of us as cool as we sound, bro And dog I’m fatigued The world’s moving all different speeds This song’s too long didn’t read