Ay, yo, I'm walkin down the street on a sunny day
Uh, stoned and I'm waiting to splendor

Pass the shake, ice bender
Hey what up dude?
The cave shadows up in the mind flicker
Register the beautiful humanity of everything, right?

Anyway cold sugar water in the memory
Watermelon sugar in the sunlight
A passing cloud, off of that loud

The sky is a very beautiful blue
You're a beautiful woman and I stare into your eyes sometimes
The eyes remind and I define myself as
Divine universal as well as you, too
The spirit of us is everything anyway
The shape will do what it may

Yo, what is the shape of the clouds today?
No importa
Demolishing a corn husk tortas, cold beer
Hold fear close to the heart, now release it like a scary bird
See it dissolve into very words describing it
The very woods previously conjured in a half-forgotten dream
Yes, those same ones, don't you remember oh, na?
Kool A.D, the best fuckin' rapper in the world, I'm so raw
Sprite like light off a Vikin', a k- k- king cobra
Nah, no, man, I dunno, nah, I don't really play that, though
Ay the dodeca, cylindrical
Cylindrical, yeah, okay, Testarossa
Roja sola una autra oja en la hora [?]
[?] compra mundo en la Coca-Cola [?]
Peace, Allah, Ohio low roller-coaster
Nothing but [?] playas in [?] Westa Coasta
Sammy Sosa skin cream, Michael Jackson disease
Nah I really mean, nah, nah, nah, nah, never mean that, though
R- remember the time we see the ice cream Egyptological [?]
My a- a- a- abstract connections are sneezed at my some
But to others it's they bread and butters
I feel like Justin Bieber with a army of cutters
I feel like Drake in that I occasionally hate myself, ha
I feel like 2Pac, and I'm overrated and underrated at the same time
I feel like Kendrick Lamar but I'm, uh, better than 2Pac But I'm also not better than 2Pac, and I'm not really
I feel like Lil' B but I made a lot of rap songs like him so that's why I feel like that
Kool A.D., man, I don't really even fuckin' stop rapping, yo
Shout out to Too Short, hey what's happenin'?
I feel like, uh, a white British guy that rap. What's his name? On the DJ Muggs beats? Street. Streets, plural
I feel like rural sometimes
Ey, remember that joke on that one show, the rural [?]
Sometimes I- I go out and fix the water pump sometimes
Know what I mean? Like rural
Man I used to sit up in the trap eating Monster Munch
Now I'm sitting in the restaurant, lobster lunch
Yea, I used to walk through the ghetto eating Reese's Pieces
And now I walk through the mellow fields feeling the peace
I feel like David Byrne, Thom Yorke, David Foster Wallace
All those other fools I previously ever- ever fuckin' mention
I felt like fuckin' Kevin Sorbo with a, nah, nah, fuck that dude, man
Fuck Kevin Sorbo, I heard he's racist
I heard him described as a svelte dyke
I feel like that's phoba- phobic, though
So uh, I feel like Brian Wilson trippin' out boomers in the K- K- Kokomo
What? Exactly. See me
Rest in piece to Charles Manson and Imagine Reel [?] I'm a black Beatle
I believe I can fly like Evel Knievel, total relevance
All reference [?], I feel like Lil' Yachty, Lil Uzi Vert, I'm on a boat
I feel like T-Pain, praise Lucifer
I feel like, uh, peace Allah, Jah Rasta Chango, praise Jesus too
Fuck it, I feel like Kodak Black whippin' a bucket
And Pussy Riot
I feel like Odd Future
I feel like pussy whip, Riot Boys
I feel like, I feel you man, look
I'm listening to the White Riots
Isn't that a song or a band, or s- s-
So White Riot is a song by The Clash
Yea, I feel like Ian McKay in Fugazi
Bruh, I feel like 21, 22, 23 Savage Garden [?]
Michael Jordan, 23, with a basketball
I feel like Steph Curry 30, heh. Three? No, 30, yea, I dunno
Who's 23? Uh, fuck it, mayne
Rockin' bronze though
I'm at the Pinkberry with your mom's hoe
Yo, M&M's on a iced tea Froyo
In my white tee with a Laffy Taffy and a Yo-yo
Fuck the po-po, shout out to Kassa O, though
That's your bro, though, huh
Smokey type of tears of a clown, shout out to Bobo
Uh, me, I go Gorilla, throw signs like Koko
Ya'll rap like so-so
Me, I Enter the Dragon with the spurs and the bolo
Kimbo Slice with the nice with it
Rice rockin' racin' in the East Oakland drop tank Honda like
Yea, your mama like
I'm off of 5 hits of acid, I'm actin'
I will dissolve into one of my own paintings
Fuck anybody hating
Love is the best, yes, yes, ya'll