I love doobies. They're so smooth. But I'm an artist, i can't write hit songs, but maybe you guys like what I have so far?

Come on, get up, get out of the way
Come on, get up, get out of the way
Come on, get up, get out of the way
Come on, get up, get out of the way
Come on, get up, get out of the way
Come on, get up, get out of the way
Come on, get up, get out of the way
Come on, get up, get out of the way

Supreme, magical, microphone being

Hearin' is believin', and seein' is seein'

Music factory I used to like the little gear

But never mind that, I got the dope for your ear

Steer clear, the brand new player of the year

Rhyme-sayer, back-breaker, heart-breaker

Eat a eighth of veggies to keep my vision steady

And its on sight, just like that tree in Teddy
Keep it funky like the space ship corner introduce so a long train ride smokin' out the cubuse

Right past every side I'm from this thing called hang glide we call it air bangin'

In the air sangin' like the Brothers Bissell

We chillin' so well you keep a median right to the mediant crashin', I was the question you've asked and show I get up? Or should i get off? Should ya get up? Or should ya? Drop down!

Come on, get up, get out of the way
Come on, get up, get out of the way
Come on, get up, get out of the way
Come on, get up, get out of the way
Come on, get up, get out of the way
Come on, get up, get out of the way
Come on, get up, get out of the way
Come on, get up, get out of the way

Microphone magistrate, super break-breaker

I get deaf while the others with flakers

Ditchin' the clippers we hit the zeros like Nicholas Canyon

I show my boots like a O'Banion

All fig and fie blues
Tryin' to find a liquor store

Pumpin' rigormortus, Chris only make a cameo once every christmas

Monthfully celissa

And once for the cool chap

Flat tire, house ban

Understand my industry hussles like a young Brussel Simmons fryin' in the apple pamel mic bivid

Like the Michael Hennison sling shot album cover

Instragram lat a lovers at the beach with the surf board waxed at the game

In fact so much wax the experts it's get strain

Collapse Ikea won't take him back

Just hit the peach pit, bitch chill, get a snack, man

Ooh, ooh, ooh!