SpaceGhostPurrp - Golden Mean lyrics

[Verse 1: Callon B] We squaring circles, the paranormal don't compare to normal Immortal, Throw the game in a portal, similar to cornhole Numbers on the board it'll thunder it'll pour if you slumber on the lords Think I'm Drunvalo, learned that a Moon ago Served it on a silver platter you know where the spoon should go Paradigm lucid flow, the dead turn heads every time I resurrect the soul I'm my biggest threat, already high and I ain't hit it yet Found Lucy and I hit the set, needed Kitty so I raid the vet f** a day of rest, my conscious always f**ing upset Cave drawings in the K-Hole Rehab coming out the payroll Outfit a couple days old Stains on the shirt came from Day Glow Shifting shapes like play doe, funny now I'm Plato A f**ing philosopher With a Moss Berg finna dump at an officer Chugging the cough syrup, end the next trend give a f** if it's popular On alert, such frightening words Got karma, biting the curb From the county but I'm tight with the urb....an area cuz I'm right with the words Fibonacci rhymes 1, 1, 2, 3, 5 See I'm 3 eyed I-N-D-I.....G-O Won't be denied [Chorus: Callon B] My eye oversees Exposing all the oldest schemes Show you how to mold a dream Shift 90 degrees to see the Golden Mean x2 [Verse 2: Simple] Ew, wicked spitter this vernacular Causing Cardiac Arrest my rap sheets spectacular Phony friends phoning, blood s**ers buncha Draculas Awkward offenses hopping fences in to Acuras Doodles is off my noodles The oodles of honesty oozes and honestly my Optometry Sees that you f**ers are Judas and bullet proofless These bullet points from new maneuvers and bullish looters Got me feeling a little foolish..... I woke up to 2 cups of Actives with cubes and soda I whittled my wick with innocence and riddle riddles With hollow tips to show the steps to follow down this Brick Road Painted Yellow but them sh**s Gold So I pocket a few, stop off to polish my shoes And Politic on problems issued to you, I paid all of my dues The metaphysical metaphors are so trivial I mettle with metavisuals more bitter than Radicchio And dive in her p**y my literature so critical Liquor create quizzical fissures for the imperial Kings noted, weed smokin We noticed, the birds coming from cunnilingus Then cunning Lemurs come to bring this undefeated confidence From conquest and accomplishments thats got you walking round with your chest out It's Mr. quick to take a pen out And pin a Pendulum pretending to be a time bomb for these pretentious Henchmen They not even worth a mention, and men shun me for properly predicting my pension Prophets profited in basements around candles Mother f** a hand out Seances, trading 8 bars with my uncouncious and beat boxin The big speak softly over these harmonies as we speak properly [Chorus: Callon B]