Hey bruh

Hey, bruh, it's me, the chill, apathetical, nihilistical, M.C.,
This is feels of the peace [?] man, wow

The orchard is empty now
A strange Elysium
Just a memory of the sweetness
Sugar in the mouse-warm fantasy, wow
Hey, bruh
Wow
Candles in the wind, they wax bodies in a state of meltation
The wood doth welcome the wax
The facts tatooed on the back of the truth and attributely the sky be the actual proof of the intelligent God-spirit livin' in the [?] nature, man, yo

Make love, fuck paper man, the hippie vibe
Shoot from the hip of the gunslinger, the hippie child
Livin' in times of increasing war, man
Hey, bruh
Wow

Even with the semen in mind I still see the floor, wow
Metaphor, metaphor, metaphor, wow
Hey, bruh
Wow
Wow
Hey, bruh
Wow