I don′t walk alone in my wafflecomb
Bitch I levitate
La-di-da with gravitasListen while you meditate
Talk in tones, off the dome
But usually I think too much
What's inside, you won′t know
Unless you cuttin' deep enough
It's revenge of the nerds
And I concur
Had to get up out the slumber
Somber summer
Opposite of the slums heard and they wonder
But, they could never confirm what I unearth
Stay all bundled
In a bunker
I got one word
Yea that′s murky
Get up under and submerge
Yea, yea yea sensory, sensual
Surrounded by lovers
We all converge
Driftin′, mixed in, with all of the rich kids
Distant, my interests, so idealistic
Magic, mystic, now I see in triptychs
Transcendent visits, that I skinny dip in
No space no scales
Whole new existence
Trace this oasis
Full of bright pigments
Daydreams of utopian apparitions
Love intertwined I been havin' murky visions
Can′t be a Bernard Marx
Envelope in fresh air
Radiatating stardust
Pleasure reigns with less care
Opening up our hearts
Only when my chest bare
Just too many windows
So in need of less glare
But I'm too unstable
Love seems loaded with fables
Will i ever reach the point where I feel willing and able
Know it′s happened before
But just some subtle distractions
Which morph into microcosmic eruptions inside my mattress
But I'm too infatuated
Need saturation just to be activated
Ephemerality second nature
Guess I′ll learn my lesson later
Currently hyperbole high currency
I can't help myself
Panicking in perjury or take off all against my health
Driftin', mixed in, with all of the rich kids
Distant, my interests, so idealistic
Magic, mystic, now I see in triptychs
Transcendent visits, that I skinny dip in
No space no scales
Whole new existence
Trace this oasis
Full of bright pigments
Daydreams of utopian apparitions
Love intertwined I been havin′ murky visions
Yea, I been twitchin′ too antsy
In the pantry
Shit I can't leave
With a Grim grin where is Mandy
Fuck the game up, don′t need plan B
Somebody better slip me an ambien
Psychedelic flow with a antique grin
Bars sputter off like a turret on a banshee
Bandana on like I'm in the kamanchi
Girl not piping and she tryna say i can′t leave (What?)
Just test me
I ain't here to cuddle better get a stuffed Bambi
Yea, don′t text me hoe (Don't text me hoe!)
Got worries and anxieties coming like a stampede
Can't leave so i pick the pen up no Stanley
Bitch I ain′t no superman
But I′m not from this Earth so you won't understand me
I don′t fuck with pop shit
Pompous, suburb boxes, hogwash, toxic, obnoxious
Topless, moshpit, visions in the cockpit
Wavy w mystique just like the mothafuckin loch ness
All I see is warm tones, masks Lee Corso
All of these corpos I had to import smoke
Give me all that cortizone
Now all I got is short tones
So many contortions
Living in these four zones
Landed in new nebula the ground so far from regular
Reakin' of the scent of love like Nemo in anenoma
Enigma beyond spectrum
Manifest my daydreams
All I do is level up then think or more ornate schemes
Driftin′, mixed in, with all of the rich kids
Distant, my interests, so idealistic
Magic, mystic, now I see in triptychs
Transcendent visits, that I skinny dip in
No space no scales
Whole new existence
Trace this oasis
Full of bright pigments
Daydreams of utopian apparitions
Love intertwined I been havin' murky visions
