[Verse 1]

I'm Isaac Newton of that highfalutin side boob in heads in a cloudy place with a pouty face over a rye rueben I'm

Totally emerged in this dystopian dirge and I'm fine tuning

Eyes swollen like I've been, high rolling in a mind blowing science

Foolin with team slackers and dream catchers

Vandalize your favorite knitch with basic bitch pre-settings

Beheaded into the digital comments in clean patches and screen capped it

And then come sliding in the paltrow group to recruit in the outro loop or bettеr yet

Pour a cup nigga pocket what's seeped and creepеd in from the scoundrels roost

[Verse 2]

Life online is like Platos cave

Tech giants cradle babes with a neural tug

While insisting it's natal gaze from an encircled pub

Looking for a taste of sage for them purple buds

Siezed by the terror of direct experience

Your act freezes on the run

That black Jesus makes a carrier pigeon of a turtle dove

The übermensch retours in body fat

Strikes poses on fighter jet noses

Outside a carpet mat, copy that! West Hollywood insomniac

And art rappers seek the vox populi

Hence their relatability

And their high sausage drives

Head ream not occupied

Lose their traits of solemnity

[Verse 3]

I can differ from the high grade symbolisms of flickering glyph

Hopefully I'm ballin better

I water colored the rye from reconfiguring lips

My memory skips as I lick and kin at nurses like they were hickory sticks

My niggas be lit as I satirize dominant cultures who

Celebrate the promises of bottomless mimosas

I stay charged up 150% percent, make the city repent

When narcissism is incentivized, it's hard living when you're meant to tie

It's jazz!

Don't listen to it at your own risk

I don't dare to write what the otherlings do

I pick a side at the scuddling school of bone fish

When the tone switch

The fertility goddess is out of reach

At the count of each

And phonisms some grown shit, my G

When I say I love you, ay

Like ay ay...