I'm sitting on the sky as I watch the world bend
I got a pocket full of galaxies living in the dim
Though I'm walking down an avenue of fumes blooming
Through my cranium, play me for a fool
Cause my tool gets hazy when it grazes
But maybe if you taze me in the eyes I won't see your any faces
Totem. call me a kid raised in Bodum
I wrote my rhymes out living life in slow motion
Fall back when I kick it like a scrotum
A giant on the mic got that fee fi flow, son
Eating rappers with the steez that is ho hum
Show bums couldn't work the bread, getting crow crumbs
Talking 'bout the day flows kicked the bucket
And their prose ain't nothing but a long list of "Fuck it"s
It's been a minute since the Wayne pitched the ruckus on 'em
Holding my tongue like I'm trying to fix a cussing problem
Busting on the machinery in a fluxing market
It's got me re-evaluating my conscious
Now I'm sitting on the underwater sky with the starfish
Can't see the ground but I'm glad I'm out the darkness
Yeah, that's a good thing man
Cause I'mma need clear vision with my millions of targets to bombard
Getting in your skin like a bomb shard
Falling harder than a magician picking the wrong card