[Intro]

Everybody so stressed out pent up

Everybody so let down and low

[Verse 1]

I believe in Spider-Man and

I believe in Santa Claus and

I believe in me myself and I because

My Master Onion taught me

That it’s all within the mind

So I’m that rapper dog

I gotta believe!

And I don’t worry where my path is goin’

You can read a prayer to me

Don’t matter where the passage from

Whatever you need to see you there

Energy in the seeds in the ground you sowin’

We could be free of the grand illusion

We just love seein’ the camera’s view so much

That sometimes it’s tough

To tell what is truth in music

Or real in movies

Or love in porn

I’m filmin’ you to prove I loved you once

And fucked you hard

But everyone’s a fan of the kinks these days

And nobody needs the shame

So fuck it all

Cuz who are we to say

What love is?

Cuz God…

[Hook]

Everybody so stressed out pent up

Everybody so let down and low

Everybody ya need to breathe

Wherever you are

Just take a seat

You are everything

And everything don’t stop if you let go

[Verse 2]

It ain’t the 80’s

It ain’t the 90’s

This is the year that you were born to be in

You can’t afford not to see it

I am of course the guiltiest

Literally stealing ideas sampling shit from the past

But I preserve what I know I need to

Not even Morris Day could get his time back

And in the 90’s I was so PC

Now I mack

Sometimes you need to bite the culture just to time track

Just be careful when it bites back

They’ll catch you if live it like you look you read it in a book

Better get the look quick, look –

This is how we do it:

It’s a little bit aloofness with a new twist on illusion

An ache for the past

Disdain for the present

And hate for the future

[Hook]

Everybody so stressed out pent up

Everybody so let down and low

Everybody ya need to breathe

Wherever you are

Just take a seat

You are everything

And everything don’t stop if you let go

[Verse 3]

I multiply and keep my cult supplied with lullabies of others’ lives

The grass is greener

(Yeah)

But only if you cut it right

Kool-Aid man

(Yeah)

But the punch is spiked

Jim Jones Abrahms for the

Lost generation

And the punchline's like –

You fuckin' die

So what's a guy to do but try the tried and true?

But what's try to a do but tying a kite string to a noodle? Loose grip and cock it and pull it

The butt hits your buttchin and busts it in two

Pumps up a Kentucky republican like

Yuh!

Fuckin' blood again!

Bruh, lovin' it!

Gush

What a rush it makes me wanna fuck

Over an immigrant

Just to show

I'm an American buck

3 points to the bigoted stickin' it to us with the stickers on their trucks

Cuz these kids can do a flipkick with the stickers on their trucks

And when you get it

You'll be kickin' yourself for missin' all the fun

The world’s a business but we quit it

Cuz we didn’t like the boss

You just don’t get it

You don’t run shit

You run with it

[Hook]

Everybody so stressed out pent up

Everybody so let down and low

Everybody ya need to breathe

Wherever you are

Just take a seat

You are everything

And everything don’t stop if you let go