[Intro]:

None of you

Even have a clue

[Hook]:

Aviator fly, take 'em really high

Never even see my competition in the sky

Aviator fly, super duper high

Take the mask away and kill the oxygen supply

[Verse 1]:

The sky in June, it looks dark maroon

I shovel out pieces of my heart with a spoon

I'm in my El Camino, I park on the moon

See, these are fucking tears of joy, just tears of joy

I'm saying fuck this, no congratulations from the people I came up with

All of them are hating on me, saying I'm a punk bitch

Fuck it, though, I ain't even looking twice

Y'all should have worked hard, been humble, and took advice

Ugh, I gotta lotta alcohol inside me

I love my fans cause I know that half of y'all are like me

And even if you don't like me, please show respect to the fact I'm trying to liberate your psyche

Freed up, I mean I'm trying to free up people

And if you know an artist, tell him that need a people

It's time to readjust the kick in the snare level

It's like when Seattle rock killed hair metal

[Hook]

[Verse 2]:

So happy New Year's, motherfuckers

It's looking like I've never gotta work at Fuddruckers

It's looking like the only thing I gotta do is be creative

That's the reason that I do it, I don't do it to be famous

No sir

Do I thank God for giving me my talent?

Or do I thank my chemical imbalance?

The generously gentle and degenerate jackass

Hate is not the new, it's just primitive backlash

Yes sir

So readjust your bow tie, readjust your suit

Every single one of you still needs us, this the proof

And death can't stop me, it's a beautiful obsession

I'm going past the light like a funeral procession

Freed up, I mean I'm yelling kingdom come

I always walk to the beat of my own drum

I always walk to the beat of my own drum

And I stand by the words that come from my own tongue

[Hook]

[Verse 3]:

From Abbie Hoffman to Andy Kaufman

I'm gonna be buried in the candy coffin

I'm gonna rap hard hoping it'll pay bills

Or I'll blow birds up like I'm Randy Johnson

Looking in the mirror saying, “Damn, he's awesome”

Briefcase of money, going mansion shopping

Fall bar, nice glass of brandy popping

Jaguar pool, exotic plants, and dolphins

Parents these days in the 90s

Used to say that “Hanson's awesome, Pearl Jam rules!”

Guys in tight jeans with girl shampoo

If magic stopped being sick the world can, too

And so can you

It's overdue

So suck a little juice from the soulful fruit

Stop running 'round with such a fucking hopeless crew

And get down Black Clover fool

Certified gangsters