[Verse 1: Captain Murphy]

Periwinkle overcoats with hoodies on 'em

This is how we overthrow these hoes and put the boogie on 'em

Shoot my loogie on 'em

Nigga, who be on 'em?

Smoke a doobie-oobie with a floozy in the movies

And you be like "Where the heck is Suzy?" (Where the heck is she?!)

She’s sitting shotgun in the hoopty cleaning oopy-doopy off the back seat again

She’s sad we never meet again

And even though she’s leaving him

She need to get the D again

And every night I beat my meat to pornos that we’re starring in

Bitch, I'm Rastafarian, no arguin'

Rich as fuck, could drive whatever car I'm in

I fucked a ho named Car-a-men

She wore the finest gar-a-ments

My type, we drank enough to stumble out the bar again

And she puked all on my cardigan

I swore I’d never share my heart again

Cause all that’s left is fragments of a memory

Now madness is my enemy

A little bit of magic makes a tragedy

The makings of my sanity, I’m managing, I know my family mad at me

I smashed the game and picked the pieces up and hide away in London

‘Till my fucking visa's up, binge-eatin' Reese cups

I’m smothered in that chocolate (Hey!)

Your bitch say I’m a prophet (Hey!)

I got her chakra’s open (Hey!)

I did it for no profit (Umm)

Don’t knock it till I try it, bitch!

(Radio Interference)

And all these demons from my past appear ‘cause I invited them

‘Cause I invited them