[Verse]
It's the galactic escape room champ, i don't need clues
Just seafood, weed, brews and a green room
To boast post-success with fresh plates of cheese cubes
And have my whole life eq'd to the theme tune

Like, "drop out those highs, please--
I'm tryna take notes on this papa roach livestream"
Should've used earplugs, tinnitus gon bite me
They copy my flow off a stop & go price screen

Cuz my shit is straight gas
Turn minute maid mix into lemonade fast
While you on my ig tryna instigate shit
With yo face ass

I bump jazz and browse obscure indie titles
Still huntin down the cure for boredom
Floor covered in thousands' worth of empty vials
Don't remember which one's right though…