[Chorus]

I feel like Miles, I feel like Coltrane

I feel like Bill Evans before the cocaine

I feel like maybe one day imma need the Rogain

But 'til then i guess my blond hair is my whole thing

I feel like Miles, I feel like Coltrane

I feel like Bill Evans before the cocaine

I feel like maybe one day imma need the Rogain

But 'til then i guess my blond hair is my whole thing

[Verse 1]

What, what, y’all still need a lighter?

My sweatshirt is designer, and that’s not enough fire?

Think Big! I inspire, I create to admire

Cremate like funeral pyres, and I’m sweet like papaya

I am bent up like pliers, straight resume liar

This shit isn’t grammar school, I done been got hired

I am big cat wild, like a bengal tiger

I am blonde and deadly like my name mcgyver

My shits first class, I am worth recliners

My shits first class, like I ate emirates

Every jet is private, eyepatch, I’m pirate

Y’all need fire hydrants, cause when I spit, I riot

I am too fucking sweet, they call me carbohydrate

I am too fucking sick, need norton anti-virus

Need some peace and silence, need some cinnamon trident

I’m a secret celebrity, like my dad’s billy cyrus

[Chorus]

I feel like Miles, I feel like Coltrane

I feel like Bill Evans before the cocaine

I feel like maybe one day imma need the Rogain

But 'til then i guess my blond hair is my whole thing

I feel like Miles, I feel like Coltrane

I feel like Bill Evans before the cocaine

I feel like maybe one day imma need the Rogain

But 'til then i guess my blond hair is my whole thing

[Verse 2]

Got gold like goku, green like Whole Foods

Less beef than vegan’s tofu

Before you fuck wit me, I got minibosses to go through

Called me delayed opening, I look like snow to blow through

And they told me, "Man, you shouldn’t be on your own dude

A white motherfucker with that nose and those shoes?

Send a couple real rappers beats, take it slow, fool

Then maybe ya shit’ll sound a little less showtune"

But I know them is fucking stupid, zoboomafoo

Kept producing for myself, told em all "Too-de-loo!", bitch

This shit pops, I mistook it for movie food

This shit pops, man, I be like “Groovy, dude”

But fuck Cheech and Chong, I got my own damn bong

And fuck a producer, I make my own damn song

And fuck TV (Yeah man, fuck TV) I got my own YouTube

And you don’t fuck with me?

Fuck bono, cause fuck you too

[Chorus]

I feel like Miles, I feel like Coltrane

I feel like Bill Evans before the cocaine

I feel like maybe one day imma need the Rogain

But 'til then i guess my blond hair is my whole thing

I feel like Miles, I feel like Coltrane

I feel like Bill Evans before the cocaine

I feel like maybe one day imma need the Rogain

But 'til then i guess my blond hair is my whole thing