Flying Lotus
Black Baloons Mix
At the top of a kaballah
Sitting meditating
In the middle of mandalas
Branches in my hair
Like im harold
But i’m really just a strange ancient pharaoh that got pricked by a stand arrow
From rio de janeiro
Blue macaws all on my pay roll
Kill off cops and crackers
For a couple pesos
Well not just them but who i give the say so
Ritz don't mix with queso so
I only hire birds , n***as fags and pedros
To do the dirty work so i’ll never have to lay low
Do eyes that wander like rainbows
Give em all companions of lilo
And if they come back they’ll get a fate worse then halos
They’ll never find the truth
Now ain’t that hellishly painful