[Intro]
She say she fuckin' with me for the long term
Feeling like it’s Indy watch em all swerve
She still got me guessing like a crossword
Man this LSD is sweet as soft serve

[Verse 1: Aristotle Jones]
I’m turning up the heat like Fahrenheit
451 10 speed Mach Five
I don’t conversate I don’t compromise
I just meditate with the reddest eyes
In a better state than some friends of mine
Still we acting up and I’m yelling why
Who the hell are these uttering obscenities, hair like anemone, D list celebrities?
If anything they don’t want the smoke I gotta a mic in my hand and a blunt to toke
A ticking time bomb and I'm feeling primed to blow
But it was my job nice guys come in last woah
Just an asshole with some cash to blow
I’m fashionable my plans international
I’m passing go but I feel monastic tho
Elastic flow strung out on the mattress bro

[Chorus]
Glue gun, choose one, glue gun (stop)
Glue gun, you run, two ton (sheesh)
Glue gun, choose one, glue gun (ah)
Glue gun, you run, two ton, all of em freaks