Recorded and mixed by Clifton
Produced and mastered by J Burns
Lyrics:
I'm like way up outta der folk. Talking to the animals and shit bro. Crazy. On a different level, different vibration. It's real loud, can you hear it?
Middle of the map, I'm off the grid
GPS off, I'm using wind
I gotta watch my step, I using a walking stick
And I'm up shit's creek, but that's under the bridge
Gold all on my body, I keep a hedge
Charcoal and aloe infused into my bed
Marx and Abloh infused into my head
Preparing for a world filled with Judge Dredd's
All these passive aggressive, sarcastic fascists
Can't decide if they're mad or sad or whatever
Stuck in another Marvel or Wallflower movie
And 'I'll do ya one better'
Scammers disguised in button ups and sweaters
Tantalized by butt butts and the weather
Putt putt and a Yankee Doodle feather
'Shut up if you don't make me wetter'
Ya you scammed the local ethnic man working class again
'But nuh uh' cause you said
What do you really think is really going to happen
When AI meets the internet for real
I'll be alive and well
You're going to be going back through all that shit you said
Pretending you regret it
All those times you attacked me, I didn't forget it
Im a survivor, you can't vet me
Now tell your dumb bitch to pet me
Allantoin on my scars but I can only do so much
I put down the alcohol, cigarettes, and energy drinks
Pills and everything that ain't prescribed
And I ain't been the same since
No, I don't know if I'm a descendant
Of Jesus Christ or Leif Erikson
But the fact y'all can't give me my basic rights
Is embarrassing
'Oh no, transvestites and a white ho, that's the goal'
The Nike's match the lusekofte
Time is money, make an offer
I'm the keeper, if it's soccer
Hang it up in the locker
I've been at a different altar
Pray to God if I falter
All this chicken in the city
I've been trying to stick to balling
Jordan Poole, you hit me then you put me on an island
All you little Draymond's out here wilding
Pretending you move in silence
Podziemski, I'll take the point when you need it
I'll keep it feeding
Big Kevon Looney, I'll make you goofies go home crying
Jalen Johnson, I only stop in when I'm flying, I'm a hawk
I'm a Herro, I got Stans everywhere when I walk
Hauser, I might puke and rally on the whole fucking buss
Pop a tray, get you nutsed
Make a play, get a buck
I'm cuckoo, I love China mushu
You won't find me whining about no booboos
Hit it old school, bookoo
Knock you out your two shoes
Got you thinking that it's voodoo
Now, who's choosing from the who's who
In the Blues Clues of the cool crews
Is it cool Zeus or another doo doo
Doo doo. Doo doo doo. I relate to the animals.
