If life is a box of chocolates,
damn I sure got my pick
Cruisin' on the worn cords of a
megatropolis If you read the synopsis,
the read should
be ridiculous Blow your fuckin' mind out,
frozen as a grind
dot I know, right?
So don't play,
boy Cue the hefner,
you tryna be a playboy
She ain't step to you cause she ain't want your name,
boy
So we dismember you, turn the red to rain, boy
Well then,
tell your friends I could give a flying funky right
Nostrils octopus are delicious,
yup This is my kinda dish
With a fish,
with a fake set Gobble down a billion of them bitches
On a supersonic wave While y'all livin' so ridiculous
Fictitious like you may be A little overdrinking,
overthinking
What you thinkin'?
She is not the one to play with
She will set you up and now you're stuck between two different cages,
so
You're done,
done, done Don't play,
boy,
boy,
boy
Your aim is wasted I ain't even throwin' your face,
kid
Now you're done,
done,
done Don't play, boy,
boy,
boy
Your aim is wasted I ain't even throwin' your face,
kid
Now you're done,
done, done Don't play, boy, boy, boy
Your aim is wasted I ain't even throwin' your face,
kid
So strapped with a low cap Wanna know how I got this fitness?
I jump into a swimming pool Eccentric as a cantrip
So like this good as it gets Mr. Jones is in trance
No stepping on the pedal Without the physical fitness
Bear witness,
see a rainbow in the Lambo Saddle up the horse,
power travel
While we rattle all the windows like a cymbal
Assemble every single individual musical symbol
Like a synthesignal, so you're done
Don't play,
don't, don't, don't, don't, don't play
Don't play,
don't,
don't, don't, don't, don't play
Yo,
Mario,
so sorry,
yo,
but this ain't no game,
boy I be on my Luigi so this car keeps switchin' lanes,
boy
We make noise,
take noise Recreate into a great noise
Lace it up and turn the bass way up
And make your face shift shape like
And freeze,
this is real as it can be I'm pretty sure it is,
just stick around
And you may see it for yourself And bear
witness to everything that you believe
In leaving not even the smallest thought behind For any reason
Listen up,
I'm here to jam Peanut butter in the sand
Wish that I could kiss the hand Of the spaceship in command
So highly in demand Like the remote is in your hand
To help you watch the play Before you even press it down
The microchip response sends a message to the
sound The sound travels through the waves that
you are hearing now So if you're in the clouds,
which dimension is around?
Yo, spin your record and stop the night