[Verse 1: Zeroh]

Welcome to set desert, where heads catch the metro

Black out on the bus, hologram transit

Dream sat in on the handrail when I stand at my advantage

Kicking the can it's stuck, this video go active

The man child manifest fat stats

Heavy bragging, combative, grams drag my lights out

Ache on that number eight until the suns of Jay

Shove in the flux vortex, text stunner

Rodney Mullen the fuck out for the fun of it

Yo, you've done enough

Yeah fun on us, won't none of this

Bust your bitch, biscuit to butter pits-

Grease your scotch, go out, hearts a skip and a jump

Back your ways up the boulevard

You make it look that easy-

Even the Pleiades believe in zins, with

Zenith reach, synchronize vibing with the highest me

Me arrive, it's that guy with the Midas reach

Feast your eyes, taste my light