[Chorus]

Twenty-one with a son, with a chip

What the fuck, what a kid, what is luck, what is lust?

What is love, what is what, what is what?

Twenty-one with a son, with a chip

What the fuck, what a kid, what is luck, what is lust?

What is love, what is what, what is what?

[Verse 1]

I'm headed to space-time, thoughts are fourth-dimensional

Life's a bitch, and that whore is exceptional

I'm an animal, on these instrumentals, you are a vegetable

I make the impossible, plausible, incredible

The unexpectable, exceptional, ineffable

The second is amenable, that's undeniable

Like the fact I've been supplying, though

With my rhymes and quotes, so dope, you need a microscope to see

From within the dry eyes of a grounded angel

Thoughts manifest in the form of a halo

Liquidated gold flowing down the mountain into the fountain of youth

Every two weeks, like a payphone

What if the cosmic clock was powered by a potato?

Mepitital dripping pots of gold on top of rainbow

My feet hanging on the edge of the sidewalk

My shells silver, watching hell's rivers stay afloat

[Chorus]

Twenty-one with a son, with a chip

What the fuck, what a kid, what is luck, what is lust?

What is love, what is what, what is what?

Twenty-one with a son, with a chip

What the fuck, what a kid, what is luck, what is lust?

What is love, what is what, what is what?

[Post-Chorus]

(What is what, what is what?

What is what, what is love?

What is love, what is love?)

[Verse 2]

I ain't ever ask for shit, dawg, I'm an animal

Lone wolf's cold flow, blowin' down a thousand dominoes

Didn't ask to be born this way

I'm a miracle with a persuasion that can make a flat-earther spherical

An atheist — spiritual, a rationalist — empirical

A mumble rapper — lyrical, motivation-turned-material

Common cold venereal, lateral movement for the serial

It's the imperative, imperial impersonating

A merigold, miracle, ariel, etheral

I swear he flow like Paramour off a can of Arisol

Oh, there he go, like Mary 'round the block

The shine is the lens that laid the crown on top

This head of curls, the change is wild

[Pre-Chorus]

My baby boy, my baby girl

My baby boy, my baby girl, I said—

[Chorus]

Twenty-one with a son, what a trip

What the fuck, what a kid, what is luck, what is lust?

What is love, what is love, what is love?

Twenty-one with a son, what a trip

What the fuck, what a kid, what is luck, what is lust?

What is love, what is love, what is love?