[Verse 1]

Stuck in the blues - swear I’m no crip

Stuck in my shoes – swear they don’t fit

Fuck what you choose – Fuck what you do

Fuck what you be

I’ma do me – autofelatio

Grab an automatic and play this for radio stations

Mental is essentially stationed on Apollo 11

[Hook]

Apollo 11 x4

[Verse 2]

Alien in the past tense

I’m absent from our intergalactic

Enter my mind and die from the madness

I’ve managed to live

By blazing the cannabis

And painting on canvas-ses

I tried praying like mantises

But God is as real as atlantis is

I tried praying like mantises

But God is as real as atlantis is

Ignorance is bliss but I like pain

Sever my right brain and light dank

So I can see in the right light

It burns in the ordinary eyes

I'll burn till my coronary fries

[Hook]

Apollo 11 x4