[Intro: choob]
Hey this is choob and you're listening to Every Bad Day Has Good News

[Chorus: Radamiz]
Caterpillars turning into butterflies
Then back into caterpillars, never taught to run and hide
Never taught to stan a million dollars, that's a subtle size
Never taught to shuck and jive, never

[Verse 1: Radamiz]
I rhyme solo, incite pollo psychologist
Your fans fuck with you but, uh, not monogamous
I've caught Zs on dorm room floors
Smelled the vodka on hungover a.m.s
And daydreamed about packing out stadiums when I'm bored
I wear my flaws like Buscemi puffers
Relentless efforts, heavy pressures and empty summers
Send a number, send a calling, is my calling numbered?
Is your stalling stuttered?, is your balling for others?
My B-sides sound like A-sides
My day times cross the state lines and intertwine space and size
Data and crime, agents and pride, stainless facades
Playlist a proverb and make it a tribe
Make you subscribe and make it salaam
I hope you make it in time
I know I'm vacant and slime to you but fuck it
This is the cost for my mind
Seven leaf clovers and White Claws
Flutes bring the peace out the pythons and fleets from an icon
Slide through life like socks on Nylon
Even King Kong's biggest prize was a Viacom
Dominican debutant keeps a healthy debit card
The DJs shout us out this much because we extra large
The DJs shout us out this much because we extra large
Everybody has a hard life
Everybody has limitless within their reservoir, my Lord
Billion dollars in a Buick with a shitty credit score
I guess I'm the greatest, at least the latest one to (Oh-oh, yo, yo)
[Chorus: Radamiz]
Caterpillars turning into butterflies
Then back into caterpillars, never taught to run and hide
Never taught to stan a million dollars, that's a subtle size
Never taught to shuck and jive, never

[Verse 2: Marlon Craft]
Only jive on Marlon's record was the Jackson 5
Back when I was learning ABCs, I laid these themes
These days it seems we're more judged on our reaction time
Than how we adapt with time, shit, and that's a crime
Think I'm good now, baby, wait until I'm actualized
Adding organic to the organs of the culture
What, you want me to wait until dudes metastasize?
What, you want me act like it ain't basic bitch Halloween
Year-round, like I don't see all these cats disguised?
Shit, it's the bashful blanquito, turned rapper, lost ego
Found joy and got free, bro
I really feel like if they did the work, they could've got it
Botched free throws, pride injured
Got y'all on street clothes, I'm in the gym
Chris Brickley in my inner-child, he gon' be a beast
He got taken from me young, so lately I've been Liam Nees'
Deep convos with my soul like, "Yo, feel free to speak"
Playing with testers, learning all that shit was a lesson
'Cause come Throwback Thurs' ain't tryna be Mitchell and guessin'
Think if I stayed the same me might get a different reception
When you keep your honor, they got objections
But I'm comfortable, like
Few more years and I could probably cry in front of you
I'm comfortable like, I ain't doing shit I don't wanna do
I'm comfortable like, feel like my time's arrivals punctual
I ain't gotta be blunt with you
If I'm talking, that's already blunt with you
Cool, calm and crafty
Fools on futons try Sue Yong my taxi
But let the kids nap, tell 'em the kings back
We wasn't here before, but what we embodied was 'cause
Caterpillars turning into butterflies
Then back into caterpillars, never taught to hum a lie
Ain't so much this state that we in at this point in the cycle
Know regardless that we gon' reprise
Caterpillar