Wonderland

Delicate medicine

Cracking like porcelain

This is real life kingdom

Prophecy

Melanin high frequency

If it was up to me

The word ugly just means

Debauchery

Debauchery

(Oh Lord!)

Debauchery

Debauchery

(Oh Lord!)

Smart girl

Pop little bit

Pop it in church that’s it

Lord got me on my knees

I’m feelin’ that pistol-pit

Killa Ki got all these vices

No king should roll the dices

So I turn around

Put it upside down

And flip this pain to a diamond

Wonderland

Delicate medicine

Cracking like porcelain

This is real life kingdom

Prophecy

Mеlanin high frequency

If it was up to me

Thе word ugly just means

Debauchery

Oh, Debauchery

(Oh Lord!)

Debauchery

Oh, Debauchery

(Oh Lord!)

(Tell us madam, tell us!)

Do you even have real life?

Live right at the edge of knife

Don’t slice your soul to smithereens

Shun the geist of the zeit

No fullerenes

I’m king and feminine wrappa

You live in two dementia

Parappa

And when you come to my ball by Bafta

I’ll whisper lyric in the brogue of masters

‘Uncouth Genius Loses Youth’

See it on every front page

Don’t look at your face just look at the proof

And soon you will be center stage

Don’t fret what people say about my looks

Or about my ways

Humbly offer arts in praise

To cleanse your soul and brighten this age

Wonderland

Delicate medicine

Cracking like porcelain

This is real life kingdom

Prophecy

Melanin high frequency

If it was up to me

The word ugly just means

Debauchery

Oh, Debauchery

(Oh Lord!)

Debauchery

Oh, Debauchery

(Oh Lord!)