[Verse 1]

I listen to this beat on repeat for a week and philosophise

But I couldn't think of nothing wise

I wanted something along the lines of Melle Mel

Or at least some money and hoe shit to help me sell

Call a team conference, understanding the deep conscience

I'm bilingual; I can chat shit and speak nonsense

I imagine a universe inside an atom and it's too much for the mind to fathom

And I hope I'm not staring at the sky relaxing when it's time for action

Polish your tin things, make surе your bling blings

As majestic as a one-eyеd eagle with clipped wings

Crooning when a fat bitch sings a tune and ducking under the clothes, on the washing line in me living room

With a broom brushing the backie under the couch

Blunt in me mouth, like a regular kidda biff

Then I looked up at God like to quote Willard Smith

I just bite it, it's for the look I don't light it

I'm trying to grow a moustache and tap this blunt ash

To distance meself from me Mickey Mouse Club past

I'm not a clown and this isn't a childrens show

And that's despite the face paint and a novelty spinning dickie bow

A far cry from the bar fly I coulda ben

But ladies love the Tin and single mothers a suck and their stomachs in

Like look at 'em go, I stick me Tinfoil Fronts and then I'm runnin' the show

Caitlyn Jean Stacey where've you been lately?

You and Nina need to take turns on the bleep Tracy

And you can tell me if I seem hasty

[Outro]

I don't mind, baby, I don't mind

Nah, you can tell me what's on your mind

And then I'll tell ya what's on mine

And if you look deep enough, then you might find something worth writing home about

But probably not, so just close your mouth around me