[Verse 1: Protextor]

Sittin’ on my ass

Gettin’ high again

With a picture hung of Prince

Playin’ Turtles in Time again

Uh

Neon-ride again

Uh

Need to find a friend

Uh

We alive but man

We hate being inside like this

Tell myself I need to write like this

And I heed my advice I guess

But my knees they can’t hide the stress

I keep the pizza slicer blessed

I’ll never be surprised again

If Jesus Christ should rise again

I’ll be like yeah the signs were there

So why was I so unprepared?

Well —

I’m pluggin in my Power Glove

So I play with power

With my mind stuck in 2001: an odyssey

Just not in the way we thought it was …

Fuck a singularity

I don’t wanna share so goddamn much

Wait —

You think I’m losin’ touch?

Just need to loosen up?

Stop doin’ what I want?

And tune into the hub?

Boy, I keep it fresher than a cucumber for lunch

Keep the social pressure

I’m just tunin’ in for fun

[Chorus]

And it’s gonna be a weird weird while

For awhile now

While now

Yeah it’s gonna be a weird weird while

For awhile now

While now

Hate the addict but i never tried the drug

Paint the attic but I never buy the rug

And it’s gonna be a weird weird while

For awhile now

[Verse 2: Protextor]

I’m so bored

Bring back the cold war

I’m the kinda guy that’d be like

“yo, time to rewatch Rocky 4!”

I’ma lock the door and watch some movies til the lights go out

Then build a fort inside the couch

And learn Russian for “Fight the Power”

Glide around the house

Quiet as a mouse

Read articles on tyrants comment just the right amount

See I’ma be a famous rapper — can’t divide the merch accounts

Cuz if I never choose a side 

You’ll never hurt me where it counts

Yuh

This record is my first deal with the illuminati

So if you see me on the news and freak out like “why you and not me?!”

It’s cuz I drank a gallon of pig’s blood

Did an ad for a pick-up truck

Adopted 2 kittens and killed one

And I still suck

Still dumb

But still run with real ones

Still numb

But still fun for trill ones

Ill one

Who’s still shown no symptoms

Kill one

To get some religion

Damn

It’s amazing how much of myself

I’ve still kept hidden

I’m a painter with the wit

But I’ve still written fiction

But I’m motherfuckin’ p-teK

Look at the shit that I did with it

Scratch that —

Gonna do with it

That fact

It was written

And if you believe the rumors

That’s that

And you did it

Congratu-fuckin-lations

I’m outta fuckin’ patience

With myself with admiration

I’m runnin’ away from being this

Even if I’m the one I run away from