Sittin’ on my ass gettin’ high again
with a picture hung of Prince
playin’ Turtles in Time again
neon-ride again
Need to find a friend
We alive but man
we hate being inside like this
Tell myself I need to write like this
and I heed my advice I guess
but my knees they can’t hide the stress
I keep the pizza slicer blessed
I’ll never be surprised again
If Jesus Christ should rise again,
I’ll be like “yeah the signs were there
So I was so unprepared?”
Well (well well)
I’m plugging in my Power Glove
So I play with power with my mind stuck in 2001
An odyssey just not in the way we thought it was
Fuck the singularity –
I don’t wanna share so goddamn much
Wait –
You think I’m losin’ touch?
Just need to loosen up?
Stop doin’ what I want?
and tune into the hub?
Boy I keep it fresher than a cucumber for lunch
Keep your social pressure
I’m just tunin’ in for fun

And it’s gonna be a weird weird while for awhile now
Yeah it’s gonna be a weird weird while for awhile now
hate the addict but I never tried the drug
Paint the attic but I never buy the rug
And it’s gonna be a weird weird while for awhile now

I’m so bored
Bring back the cold war
I’m the guy that’d be like, “yo, time to rewatch Rocky 4!”
I’ma lock the door and watch some movies till the lights go out
then build a fort inside the couch
and learn Russian for “Fight the Power”
glide around the house quiet as a mouse
Read articles on tyrants comment just the right amount
See I’ma be a famous rapper can’t divide the merch accounts
and if I never choose a side
you’ll never hurt me where it counts
This record is my first deal with the Illuminati
So if you see me on the news and freak out
like “why you and not me?”
It’s cuz I drank a gallon of pig’s blood,
did an ad for a pick-up truck,
adopted 2 kittens and killed one,
and I still suck
Still dumb but still run with real ones
Still numb but still fun for trill ones
Ill one who’s still shown no symptoms
Kill one to get some religion
Damn, it’s amazing how much of myself I’ve still kept hidden
I’m a painter with the wit, but I’ve still written fiction
But I’m motherfuckin’ p-teK
lookit the shit that I did with it
Scratch that –
Gonna do with it
That fact, it was written
and if you believe the rumors
well that’s that, and you did it
Congratu-fuckin-lations
I’m outta fuckin’ patience
With myself, with admiration
I’m runnin’ away from being this
even if I’m the one I run away from