[Verse 1: Clark Scott]
This for all them hipster bitches
I just thought I'd get specific
All your pictures filtered and you wild up in your feelings
I just thought I'd get specific
I just thought I'd get specific
Trying hard to be remembered
Trying hard to beat the system
Why I get caught in these statistics
That is not out biggest interest
I don't glorify religion
Took my tour inside your city
Said you're shows are regular and that's that Mordecai and Rigby
I was born to die in Milly
I'ma water down these bitches
Young n***a, young sister going senseless, uncensorеd, on some sister, son simple [?]
And thеy both got substances in 'em
I just might go compliment 'em
Man, they got a common interest
I'ma come and use my common senses
I have you cumming secrets
I just want your secrets and you can leave me seedless once I release these demons
Then I can beat these creatures once I'm between your creases
One time, n***a

[Verse 2: Clark Scott & Kenny Mason]
Once a upon a time when
When I wasn't rhyming
I was undecided
I saw a bunch of signs
Then my n***a told me something surprising
He said "bro you know you got it, once you close your eyelids, it goes something like this"
And I need total silence (Total silence)
Just to roll the lettuce (Just to roll the weed)
Hoe, I know you lying (I know your secrets)
Why you so dishonest? (So deceiving)
I don't know the bible, but I can show you guidance
And I can write your diaries and you won't know nothing 'bout it
Cuz I know all your stories
I know all your stresses
And you try not to worry
We all getting taught a lesson
And if this [?] respects us
And we don't all address it
And I come diving in head first
Then I come for seconds
One time, n***a