[Intro]

No more half measures. I'm past present

This flask's nectar has got this devil's foot on the gas pedal

I'm Ash Ketchum ready to commence my next adventure

Bad weather won't hinder my attempts to amass treasure

I'm Jack Skelly for a purpose I fiend 'cause

There's gotta be more to this Hell than the next Halloween

Pumpkin King, but I'm fucking Christmas up in between, because

I'm oh so tired of the same old thing

Preddy Please

[Verse]

A stalwart proponent of trickery

Head boy at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Niggardry

With wicked ease I cloak my image in mystery

Mask all my deficiencies, and if you disagree

I'm past caring. Infected with compassion fatigue

I pass Karen, but she don't like seeing blacks in the streets

Got bad hearing, so I was not aware of the sirens when them

Tyrants rolled up behind me to enact a new violence

PREDDY PLEASE

You hue-less hooligans can't handle the truth

By your actions and views I am not wholly amused

I'll be the first to admit I'm not the holiest dude

And perhaps my antics stem from being the loneliest fool, 'cause truth

All I want in this life is someone to snack with

A fine studious activist with a thick gluteus maximus

So smooth and gelatinous, that I can see the waves

Ripple through that sundress on a bright summer's day

PREDDY PLEASE

A good personality can be quite hot

But I care more about the fact that you

Accumulate fat in the right spots

That might not be the best mentality, fair

But the "his airness" of self awareness

Admits when he is errant, please

So now I'm out with a whore whose views are distorted

Got trypophobia, she hate all the niggas that's poorest (porous)

Tainted by a digital dystopia, navel shaped like a coin slot

With new tits straight equipped from the build-a-bitch workshop

Preddy Please

Them areolas still tasty like Cherry Cola

Stroke 'em slowly as your walls grow goo (Grogu) like Baby Yoda

She's past moist, I'd say more wetter than a Blastoise

Mad noise, while howling expletives in a brash voice

She's close now and she's asking me to speed up

I think I'm catching feelings, it's the curse of being a dreamer

Asked her be my Valentine, she just wanted me to skeet her (Skeeter)

Skeet on her then skedaddle and retreat into the shadows

PREDDY PLEASE

And a thanks for letting me speak free

Cheddar cheese in the bank so I can achieve peace and better sleep

If Prince is the guy, then Pred is the vibe

A marriage of the disguise and the sublime

Even though I tried to kill me by burying all of my realest thoughts

I'm still me after all of these layers of building up so feel me

They nappin' on a nigga but I'm playing for keeps

I'll let 'em sleep because it's me haunting their dreams

PREDDY PLEASE