[Serengeti]
Desert wizard lizard and dragon tussle
Whole forest burned down and ruined the town's truffles
Except for the outer realm mountains, everything else is brown
Hundreds of hounds pillage the village, can't fuck with the sounds

Crew back giant-ass, large, looking slick as the barge
Old-ass mustache cars, we ran those bars

Yeah

We felt like superstars, we had the cubes too
She had great tubes, pretty feet and shoes
Porn and your mom's lubes, rewind to the right new
Might have the hissy fit, and tear the whole room apart, to bits

Speech about privacy, why you gotta lie to me?
I don't know where I left off, she had the plaid top
"You 'bout to black out, you need to get out"
"We too tall to fit in this small house"
Neck all stretched down, hanging-ass red face
That or the dog case, more like a comfortable couch
Step over the mesh gate, into the real house

Shit
Hair on my new wool, looking like cashmere
Looking like crow too, magical star shapes
Sticky like model cap, feathery silk capes
Venomous black crepes, venomous glass snakes
Delicate wine flute, help us commiserate
Florida date state, they had the best bass
Gladly make you a steak, even dig you a lake
This is through stereo, it'll keep you awake
You 'bout to black out

Back and forth catechism, cattle and ammunition
Queen didn't have vision, didn't he—shit—mention
Dragons were coming soon
Should've made harpoons instead of ornate brooms
Vaulted the museum safe, look where we at now
Pillage the village hounds, benzos gone man
We 'bout to black out, stepping into a room
Popcorn-sealed fume, expensive like Matt Blum
Giant-ass mouth clothes, arrogant all pose
Soak-in-the-soap clothes, standing in old clothes
Giant-ass mountain shit, climb to the cockpit
Focus and close mouth, we're about to black out

We are too tall, to fit in a dog house
What a melodic thing
Taller than Seth Green, shorter than Sid Bream
Entirely in a dream, we are Hall & Oates
Avis' car quotes, saddened and bounded
Why weren't we rounded?
I was at Wimbledon, close to Ontario
Emotional feelings hurt, pissy-pants first grade
Smell like your cousin's age, back-and-forth sissy rage
Little man, long legs
Smash mirror horse escape, spiderwebs on clothes
Walking with brown face, look at the new apes
We 'bout to smash graves