Adult Swim - Recorded At Spotify Studios NYC

Dre, I can't deal with the fact that the bass
Sounds like an 808

I've just been fanning myself
I'm a such a fan of myself
There's levels to the cool like a fan on the shelf
When you blow
They try to gas you like fans at the Shell station
God hands me a full plate
But I handle it well
If they don't feel your thoughts,
Start dreaming in braille
They'll try to sell you short
'Cause their dreams are for sale
They'll say "Get off your podium
Life isn't Nickelodeon"
Orange you so dumb?" Kenan and Kel, wow
The government leaves an animal trail
So I switch to swiss chard, carrots, and kale
So I'll remember my kid's name
Dementia is a sick game
I'm silence in the lamb,
Call me Hannibal Failed, yeah
Financial plans should be handled in stealth
I fight to lead a private life for my family's health
Got some dinner with art collectors
They started drinkin' Prosecco
When they slipped about their level of family wealth
Bunch of actresses downplay how my records have felt
It's not a mystery to decode a fan in yourself
"This man's on fire," I can't pretend I'm not talented
For me to fake humble's a corny way to be arrogant
Drug dealers still on the corner of Madison
Except they push Pradas and Red Bottoms to Madisons
Red bottoms for baboons and radishes
I went to Mozambique and saw a real kind of happiness
I don't feel guilty when Nike sends me some packages
Still end up in boxes even though we chase packaging

Take this, take this, TUAMIE supply the face lift
Woo
Take this, TUAMIE supply the face lift
That's mylon hayde everybody
Yeah
My stance here as a band leader is Pangaea
My heart's frío, I'm cold, heater than Cambria
I rock steady, my Johnson's Dwayne-heavy
We just erase heroes
I'll Stan Lee ya, Remini, he the king of Queens
My bars breathe Lebron's Kia, carry greatness
Statements on spaceship, Haitians get LASIK
Meaning you dread what comes from my third eye
Blind to the fake shit, uh
My tone is gettin' aggressive
I just create for the truly gifted of adolescence
My essence becomes a mystery
I instantly become a Pistol Pete
In a sport full of Walt Fraziers
Kelsey Grammer is something like Thor with a hammer
Like Alfred Hitchcock with a camera
Just blazin', Killer Cam with a sample
Both hands on the candle can't handle it, uh
My channel too hot to cancel, my baby's drivin'
I'm Ansel
I'm passenger writin' stanzas
I'm holdin' these verses ransom
I'm Hansel Zoolander handsome
TUAMIE supply the face lift

Ooh, gotta start with that (Jesus)
Gimme s-, gimme that, gimme all that
I can't do it at the same time
Well, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it
I'll give you, I'll give you the beatbox
You just gimme a little bit of the "Jesus" stuff
Phenomenal

(Jesus) uh, uh
Switch over, switch over
Right, you take the b-
Lovin' it all, here with my brother-in-law
Greece is a beautiful place, food is incredible, awe
We just been playin' some games
Everyone's pickin' a straw
Who gets the longest
Has gotta go tell the butler to call (Call)
For more alcohol
Wait, we'd told the locals
That we'd go and play basketball
But they don't want the business
Plus, I drank from the flask we bought
Now everything is spinnin'
Then we laugh it off (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Ha
It's Whoopi Goldberg the way that my sisters act up
They had some champagne, now everybody's laughing
Movies 'bout paradise, and my family got the cast thing
If you dove into the tears of my eyes
You'd hear this instrumental
Jesus was instrumental in blessing my mental
Every time I drove a car, coulda twisted the metal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All the things on my wish list
God has given in triplets
I'm on an island where opiates go to rich kids
And then they pass away
That's called death over the privileged
Huh, see, I never wanna be famous
Stop calling me underrated
I'm still pushin' the same whip
I was drivin' in Sachem
Peace in my life, it's awesome, As-salamu alaykum
I'm makin' certain decisions, I'm flyin' under the radar
I really love my life
And this music thing is a great job, uh, uh
Pick up the phone and someone tells me
"Mr. Bellion, sir
Beyoncé on the line
She tryna reach you on your cellular"
She wanted "Fall In Line,"
But we gave it to Aguilera, shit
Uh, I hope it's the right decision
We wanted it for the twins she signed
I hope I didn't burn that bridge
I worry all the time
I'm just tryna show these kids about this light of mine
(This little light of mine)
I always flex, but I realize that it's divine appointment
I'm a cross between hard work and Jesus-anointed
I hope the sinner that needed grace is the final notion
Uh, for the rest of my life
You'll see me on the L-I-double R
With a Heineken in my bag
On my way to the Garden
Tryin' to kill your nephews
Like I been fuckin' with Scar
Me lyin' down on the job is Nala option at all
Dom-dudo-dam-pam, dudo-domdi-pampampam
And it's all because of, da-da, all because
Dodom dom di dudo barabam didum
Pampam-pori-pampampam, pampam-pori-pampampam
Pa dem dem dem dem, whoa whoa whoa whoa

Off the top, I freestyle
I haven't done it in a while
But when you're on key, everything is going, yeah
Everybody wants to just smile
Because we jamming in the room
Everything is going zoom, zoom and quick like boom
And we just moving, everything is proven
Moving, pushing, pulling, grooving, chilling, what
So we gon' take it off the top
And we gon' make the whole shit pop
Say, everything I do is off the top like work, yeah
And now we body jammin' and we make this
Uh uh uh uh uh uh
Dem-ten-ten-dem-pampampam
You've been blessed
'Cause I don't leave the house for this
Usually, I don't even leave my spouse for this
But I know, sometimes, you gotta out this shit
And make people know that you down and shit
And you're better than the people tryna out you, shit
So here we go, off top
I'm tryna blast like this
And everything I do, I'm bringing class like this
And Glory Sound Prep
Will make you drop your ass like this
I make shit in the year 3000
I'm out this house when I do shit
And people say it's like new shit
So they don't know if they gon' ever give you
The truth shit
But when I get true shit
They make it like blue shit
Red, blue pill, either one, I think I took both
It doesn't matter, off the top
It's like I use cloth to talk
When I talk with this- on my feet
Then I realize, get rid of it
I just do things that I do off the top
I drop,h-huh, huh, huh, huh-huhuh
Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh
Stream of, stream of, stream of
Stream of, of consciousness, drop, drop, drop
Stream of consciousness, drop, drop, drop

Go right to the guitar, nothing else
Now fade out, now fade out
I'm keeping that one, that's the one
Seven minutes, fuck it



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Williams, Ryan Raddon, Finn Bogi Bjarnson, Jonathan David Bellion, Rob Wannamaker, Raul Ignacio Cubina, Craig Poole, Barbie Mason, Jonathan Gileadi, Latrice Pace Speights, Amy Gileadi, Tuamutef Ani
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