[Intro]

Uh-huh, what the fuck, man

Well anyway, Meezow

[Verse]

Close call heard your ego that big cause the world's so small, shoulda learned folks talk

I'm not self serious, a self healin' journey I cannot help period

Tall tales, horror cells, consciousness of our shell of [?]

Happy thoughts about the dark well

Dharma wealthy, shouldn't own the depths from which we gettin' our Dells

Hit your face like new car smell, darn hell

I got boxes full of weird shit, the tinkerer

Thinkin' you the thinker, I'm the thinkerеr

Slip into your crib, abide the kids and I be dippin' with thе winter's worth

To me it's about the little shit that interspersed

My inner works have made top one

When I was done, looked over it and said I'm not done

Only could have been the best if I ain't dropped once but how the fuck would y'all know? And how else I'ma get on Hot Ones?

And how else I'ma get on Hot Ones?

I'm stupid but I'm not dumb

I'm God's God's son, I always got some

Now that that blotty blot's done, I bet I'm unsung

Shockin' all, done, done, done

[Outro]

Uh, yeah, it's good