Yo,
Eatin orange chicken by the back door
Sorcerer meta morphosis torture the track
Try to nudge the Dutch
Now we in the shuttle layin wax
Watch it bubble up dropped a couple drugs for my passion
Wassup wassup
Wassup wassup
Look up and see a castle
Wait
Quasi sober I was stoned look
Around and see the rubble of my past self
Pick it up bask in it
Cool it shoo it get them buddhist in the sun
Got a rebel in the moon devil hittin in his trunks tree
Barbecued skin on the nimbus cloud plump
And a mad villain I might go stouse for some comfort
Was stuck in the dungeon
It was summer mentally I'm in the cut with a gun knit for huntin but
Them sliced lids on my wrists had my blood thin
Daymares in the dungeon tell my vices wassup
Wait Quasi sober I was stoned look
Around and see the rubble of my past self
Pick it up (pick it up)
Pick it up (pick it up)
Passion wassup wassup
Wassup wassup look up and see a castle