[Hook: Guide]

They say they miss the old days

Old days, old days

Old days, old days

Always, always

(Oh, awe)

[Verse 1: Guide]

Spaciousness, satanist, sadistic, not simple

I’m erupting so quick like Coke bottles

With bimbos

This passionate equilibrium is very persistent

I’m realistic, I’m sulfuric and enduring so wicked

Informative with all of this erosion causing spit

I have more storage, never boring like porridge

I’m luring opportunities, causing ophthalmology with lyricism and lyricist ways of enchanting steadily

Ultimately dynamic like every popular deity

My Impressiveness overshadows your scattered demonstrations and lost destinies

[Verse 2: Guide]

Anticipation, no enigmatic Cajun, just separation

I’m like the demons frolicking by the pettiness

Splayed my hand then grabbed the mic again

I bust like it’s seven minutes in heaven or ten

More adequately responsive and responsible

It’s my fault that the children keep blaring Korn

I’m like demon horns, a sinister piercing force

Fornicating whores, building no remorse, just floors, sculpting more, I’m cooking, they adore

I’m immensely immodest, the hardest I’m sure

Indecorous, medicated but without the glycerin

Musical desires, concerts and visiting flowers when wired off legal stimulants in Florida

Hard to quit nicotine, abundantly tortuous

Simultaneously exquisite when I am adjusting like a chiropractor fixing backs, I'm so supercilious

Nobody can really mess with this!

[Hook: Guide]

They say they miss the old days

Old days, old days

Old days, old days

Old days, old days

Always, always

(Oh, awe)