[Quelle: Verse 1]

Keys sound like they was played on Mastodon tusk

Green leaves give heed, the astronaut jumps

Tighten up like calfs in seven inch pumps

Loosen up and laugh, there's no need to be pompous

Just follow your nose, there's no need to be complex

Cypher seems completed there's no need for a compass

Lone Wolf, Will Ferrell, there's no need for accomplices

But since the fam is here we get it popping

Runnin' E on tree, don't worry 'cause I'm copping

Number one rule, don't ever let the cops in

We be so cool, they be like "Who let the jocks in?"

It's a sweep, swiffer, yo F it, bring the mops it

Bust hot shit with the same effort that you chop when

She said "Quelle, you it's a pleasure that you dropped in

I'm a big fan and love everything you rocking"

I said "I love you too and I'm honored that you're watching... me"

[Hook]

I'm honored that you're watching me [4x]

[Zeroh: Verse 2]

Mad had a captain mast and generally privately

No alabaster pillars that parallel the immortal soul

Ain't got to wait but to meditate ain't affordable

Just hijack a mindstate and wait and see where the portals go

I'm sort of sure for chaotic plot assorted more

Record [?], I could pull it out the last resort

On fourth to pour a quart of Morgan and Coke and more

Local coalition and compose mostly of misquotable vocal chords

Crackle, like a ten-engine minute entropy

Melenated waves and shapes raping, its men can eat

Might as well kick with, wicked entities

No enemies, goddamn I smell like a dispensary

Buzz from the buds on how the bass blares a great snare

Who cares if it's generic, you could save a little more

You know that bullshit is like the real thing

My nigga doesn't show, gusto no, fucks ratio is woah

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Jonwayne]

Sitting on the Earth like a throne but feeling homesick

I know I don't belong to such a place that eats the young

So I look into the blue, in hopes that I could have a part

In the clothes that I call home and the dome that's full of scars

But if I was on Neptune looking at the Earth

I'd feel the same as when I speak in foreign tongues and play the part

Always looking for the science, never see the art

But if you listen to me in between the ticks it's from the heart

I don't really know if I can ever feel again

They were pricking me with pins to see if I could really sin

Because what is sinning but a compramise to bigger carpe diem

For the minds try to make us feel that we could really dim

I'm a light, what is light to us is dark to them

That's why I never trip I'm just glad they let me use a pen

Now really though, I don't need the dictation

But I'm glad you chose to tune in to my station