(Hook x2)
Yo, I do drugs on lonely stoves
Doobie tommy folds to the point it's uncomfortable
Yo, I do drugs on lonely stoves
Doobie tommy folds to the point it's uncomfortable

(Verse)
Humanity's in the tank, in the studio
Ghosts want this while I sta back abusing dro
And watch the sheep rockets who inform
In the lear glow, What's reality? Who's to know?
Your life is like The Truman Show
No shit, I could use some dough
Will do home visits like Julio
All's I need in this life is sin
Is a big booty hall and some brucy gaul
Yo, something yo, I'm moving slow
A giant in the game playin' human side your beauty tho
Droppin' knowledge only looses now
And at this point, you should know
I'm startin' a new religion, based on abuseism
Possibly a fly one it's a great day to die on
Or is it? Who knows? Well, it's as good a day as any
I suppose

(Hook x2)

(Verse 2)
Everybody's making a lotta faults
No headphones, only lakey standing on the porch watchin' the neighbors on the ______(?)
Until I'm fine, dining like the prosperous, invisible octopus
With a side dish of rock with gluts
I just look at it while I'm eating this pot noodle
Don't burn your mouth on a hot strudel
Baby, I'm not frugal, if you want it, you shall have it
As long as it's not you tho on some hot U hoe
if you hear something, doubt about me, it's not true
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