[Chorus]

Out of, out of, out of mind, out of matter (out of matter)

Out of time, out of time, out of standard

Caught it on a sine wave on the 12 scanner

Lotta signs, there’s a nail for each hammer

Out of, out of, out of mind, out of matter (out of matter)

Out of time, out of time, out of standard

Caught it on a sine wave on the 12 scanner

Lotta signs, there’s a nail for each hammer

Out of

[P.O.S]

Yeah!

Dodged the okee-doke, rolled your hope joke

Eyes be overflowed and so bloodshot

Burning up a moon rock

Hotter than a sunspot, surfing on a moonshot

Belly full of gut rot, turkey full of buckshot

Mood ring black, new mood jacked

New moon, new year

Cruisin in the back, new codes hacked

New lows, new flow

Knew nothing but the dope

Thug store drug lord

Plug score, chug Malört

Overboard, ew

Get the door, get the hammer, get the boards

Get informed, get absorbed, get ignored

Ideal, the hive-mind hides mine fields

So I'll hide here til my mind chills

And y'all keep real what y'all think still

And I straight won't

Fucking dummies

I’m a real-ass, grown-ass Manitoba

Flow be like a Seal-Team-Six-ass strike

Son, eat me

Feel these beatings, he'll quit preaching

When your stillborn brain stops thinking

Peace

[Chorus]

Out of, out of, out of mind, out of matter (out of matter)

Out of time, out of time, out of standard

Caught it on a sine wave on the 12 scanner

Lotta signs, there’s a nail for each hammer

Out of, out of, out of mind, out of matter (out of matter)

Out of time, out of time, out of standard

Caught it on a sine wave on the 12 scanner

Lotta signs, there’s a nail for each hammer

[Sims]

Pretense longer than

Ten prehistoric centipedes, all stems

Feeding off an enemy

All ends by any means

I can't expend the energy

Arrested their development

Send them back to Tennessee

Henny in his water bottle doing the electric

Two pennies in his pockets in case

He needs to see the other side

Coming for to carry him, come forth to pay the way

I came a little drunk with a trunk full of 808s

And Andy, are you OK? Eyes big as dinner plates

Pac-Man, he could eat the whole interstate

Chase his own ghost

Hope the Fed keep the interest rate low

For the kid to find a place to stand his hat rack

Papers in the backpack

Vapors caught in abstract

And ever since, been completely shad racked

Destruction eater, back to the two-seater

Find a few meters and a few Cube Gleaners

Never sipped the Kool Aid or the cough syrup

Cool Hand Andrew lost in Europe

On a fool’s errand, I mean really

Don’t take more than I should but have a few misgivings

Boo hiss, flipped some L’s and drew W’s

Don’t let the lampoon trouble you

New kicks, a few Becks, a Quebec French kiss

Reset game, new quest who dis?

Bitch!