[Intro]

Check, check, yeah, one-two, ah, yeah, yeah, check, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]

Only your corollaries know y'all

Unique snowflakes in ordinary snowballs

And you can find me in the place sipping what's to sip

Between shrooms and touring I'm sure to take a bunch of trips

And fuck that one guy who’s screen name was "Thunderlips"

Pelt him with a bag full of mesquite-flavored Kruncher chips

Yeah, I'm bout to raise my vibration up

See me, say hi, wave, try to say what's up

It's all good in the hood, I think

I listened to the Kinks and my fridge don't stink

Ah, yeah

So today’s a pretty good day

Doing what I'm supposed to do and saying what I should say

Hooray, I'm not feeling bad like I could be

Or regretting that I didn't grow my hair like Touré’s

Yeah, I wanna show up in the search results

Purchase Volkswagens then cake up and purchase coats

Them little thin ones is worthless folks

And I'm sad I never got to see or tweet Mr. Perfect posts

Yeah, It's all white meat and baby fat

Been woke so long I might need to take a nap

And I'm likely afraid of that

Imma swipe me a high-speed data map

Or I might be a five-speed beta max

Cassette tape

Show me your best-resting death face

Show me everything except whoever makes the best vapes

Yeah, couldn't even pretend to give a freak

Submit this whole verse as an op-ed to Businessweek

I wrote a letter to the editor

I don't know if Death Certificate’s better than The Predator

Veteran cheddar-getters know how to do it togetherer

And that's why they make stuff foreverer and everer

Yeah, and everybody mama know the song

But they still won't let a brother dip a toe in Lake Woebegone

Yeah, And if you're stuck in a traffic jam

Just add me on the snapstagram

[Interlude]

This was brought to you by shit that I don't own

Yeah, add me on shit, yeah

[Verse 2]

If you was rich and about to be broke I can coach you

'Cause I can show you how to kill a roach with a boat shoe

Might have to sell the dining room table though

And pay to go HAM on some second-hand baby clothes

And cut the cable, bro, gamble on wireless

My sister sells jailbroken Amazon Fire sticks

Need somewhere to bark start with local governments

Spar with Republicans, the stars won't be punishing

You, fool, your phone’s the new ark of the covenant

And God spoke to you in a bar called Mulligans

If there was justice all men would have to die, patricide

Tweet at the void and heart the at replies

And don't cry if you can't find me

I built a time machine to go and hide in the Nineties

No friends I only want giants beside me

To get close you gotta be the size of a pine tree

My supervillain name would be Ultra Hater

I’d act really cool then insult you later

Here’s something you should know from the ground floor

As far as rappers none of us as cool as we sound, bro

And dog I'm fatigued

The world’s moving all different speeds

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