[Intro]

It's the first one in a minute

It's the first one in a minute

It's been a long time

It's been a—

Ooh!

It's this song

[Verse 1]

I knew I've been sittin' with myself too long

I started writin' and I couldn't really stop

I wrote these four bars and I put it at the top

I got a discount code for therapy

I hit go and I got Rickrolled apparently

It was a big blow

This is unfortunate

Like two twins raised each in a different orphanage

They both got abandoned

That's the sad part

Can't wait to say this verse to you in the club

Art on my wall is framed, virtual ticket stubs

I got personal who do not remember when it was

For my next trick, survival

I know the dance and I do it good

Wish I could process fast as computers could

My thoughts is like termites chewing through the wood

I'm from the inkwell

I'm too damn tired to remember another detail

I dedicate this to my brothers that never sleep well

I was writing this song

On Twitter, Godzilla started fighting King Kong

I said why not, had a little giggle

Wrote these bars right here and stuck 'em in the middle

It didn't happen

The year didn't happen

E'rbody, yeah

[Verse 2]

Talkin' like the year didn't happen

I feel like I should hear it in the rappin'

Since we all had unkempt beards and weird interactions

The last dream

I took a Prilosec

I died a violent death tryna pilot a giant mech

Shit

I'm playing hooky from the clever kid school

I always been chillin' but never been cool

My walls, I choose whatever gets through

Do this

You should probably face facts

If you can't dance good then you probably can't rap

When that bap came down everybody came back

Hang back

[Verse 3]

It's the same as a Thanos snap

We in the space tryna race in potato sacks

Labels, Space Balls, Winnebago packed

Red, black, and green flag pole in the dirt

Burn bundles of strange herbs sold in Leimert

Fuckin' older than dirt

Making moves, making lunch, and making beats

Single-layer, on a non-stick baking sheet

Pay dues to the dinosaur local

On my death bed I'ma try a Four Loko

Performative Twitter give me the gas face

Self-employed socialist looking for tax breaks

Yeah, yes delighted

Toys-R-Us trips, watch kids get less excited

'Til it ain't none left

[Outro]

I know you can tell from my voice how excited I am

But, uh

You can't actually because—