Elon Musk
I walk through the plains of consciousness
Smoke sweat off the backs of frogs
Ate pasta with psilocybin
Grown from a box we created in our closet
Now everything feels like a dream but I'm wide awake
What if society is the simulation
How could anyone understand me and my alien pedigree
Imbedded into your fiber optics
The fibers knit
Metal gear solid kids
Silent kid who talks a lot
I take long walks alone a lot
Smoking pot and plotting thoughts
I'm the one of whom your shorties talk
Then shortly after stalk
She's stealing all of my dirty socks
Got a nerdy stance
Stride
Clean hair, dirty hands
In debt like fifty grand
Too opinionated to understand
Too understanding
They'll take advantage of a man
They're quick to run his head into the sand
But I'm quick to rebound
Feeling low, fuel to-go
Fire up
Pens on fire
I write too much
Too hot to touch
I burn a bunch
Broccoli, corn on the cob, apples, watermelon, strawberries
I need lunch
I got a hankering for veggies and fruits
Man, what's this song about?
I don't know
And I just got here but I gotta go
I'll see you again one day though
I walk through the plains of consciousness
Smoke sweat off the backs of frogs
Ate pasta with psilocybin
Grown from a box we created in our closet
Now everything feels like a dream but I'm wide awake
What if society is the simulation
For when we destroy this planet
It'll be necessary to coexist inside of space stations
Planets are cells in the universal blood
An enormous living being we can't even fathom
Egotistically large
When we're really fucking small
Samal and I kick it
I think I'm just his study
He's got a lot of money and Elon Musk is his buddy
But when we all go go-kart racing
I don't feel funny
They said "I like your production"
I said "That's Stevie Wonda"
We work together like conjoined siamese brothers
From another mother it was really frick'n messy
It's really lonely and depressing being the best emcee
So I'll leave this earth and vape in space
With Samal, Elon, Stevie and a hundred beautiful women enjoying the scenery
I walk through the plains of consciousness
Smoke sweat off the backs of frogs
Ate pasta with psilocybin
Grown from a box we created in our closet
Now everything feels like a dream but I'm wide awake
What if society is the simulation
For when we destroy this planet
It'll be necessary to coexist inside of space stations
Smoke sweat off the backs of frogs
Ate pasta with psilocybin
Grown from a box we created in our closet
Now everything feels like a dream but I'm wide awake
What if society is the simulation
How could anyone understand me and my alien pedigree
Imbedded into your fiber optics
The fibers knit
Metal gear solid kids
Silent kid who talks a lot
I take long walks alone a lot
Smoking pot and plotting thoughts
I'm the one of whom your shorties talk
Then shortly after stalk
She's stealing all of my dirty socks
Got a nerdy stance
Stride
Clean hair, dirty hands
In debt like fifty grand
Too opinionated to understand
Too understanding
They'll take advantage of a man
They're quick to run his head into the sand
But I'm quick to rebound
Feeling low, fuel to-go
Fire up
Pens on fire
I write too much
Too hot to touch
I burn a bunch
Broccoli, corn on the cob, apples, watermelon, strawberries
I need lunch
I got a hankering for veggies and fruits
Man, what's this song about?
I don't know
And I just got here but I gotta go
I'll see you again one day though
I walk through the plains of consciousness
Smoke sweat off the backs of frogs
Ate pasta with psilocybin
Grown from a box we created in our closet
Now everything feels like a dream but I'm wide awake
What if society is the simulation
For when we destroy this planet
It'll be necessary to coexist inside of space stations
Planets are cells in the universal blood
An enormous living being we can't even fathom
Egotistically large
When we're really fucking small
Samal and I kick it
I think I'm just his study
He's got a lot of money and Elon Musk is his buddy
But when we all go go-kart racing
I don't feel funny
They said "I like your production"
I said "That's Stevie Wonda"
We work together like conjoined siamese brothers
From another mother it was really frick'n messy
It's really lonely and depressing being the best emcee
So I'll leave this earth and vape in space
With Samal, Elon, Stevie and a hundred beautiful women enjoying the scenery
I walk through the plains of consciousness
Smoke sweat off the backs of frogs
Ate pasta with psilocybin
Grown from a box we created in our closet
Now everything feels like a dream but I'm wide awake
What if society is the simulation
For when we destroy this planet
It'll be necessary to coexist inside of space stations
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Dampier
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