[Intro: Jon Bellion]
Uh, beautiful mind mind mind
Yeah, I went a little, um, a little, uh, crazy with the beat box
Um, I mean usually we write records and, you know, I might tell Keyz, you know, dumb it down a little bit
Or let's play it safe; don't go too crazy, but this time I'm just like, "Do whatever you want"

[Chorus: Jon Bellion]
This is an official apology from beautiful mind
We're sorry if we're going over your head
This is an official apology from beautiful mind
We're sorry if we're going over your head

[Verse 1: Blaque Keyz]
I feel like a yamaka during Hanukkah
A hollering thermometer
Hotter than a savannah eating rappers during Ramadan
Pop, lock, and Optimus it's prime time
I'm transforming flying to the skyline
Narcoleptic narcissist not enough artists talking harder than apocalypse
I x-men to extend to no longer be popping lip
A slick talker my father was Chris Walken
Often I was picked on but now I pick off 'em
The black Chuck Norris, sword and nun-chucks in the backpack Headed down for war in a Ford Taurus
His style is so morbid, my style is more orbit
Than the planet and moon and y'all with lunar landings on my doorstep
Call me the rap janitor, job is to keep the floor swept
I took the art of rap and wrapped it around me like a corset
Huh, Beautiful Mind, you already know who holding this
Forget about apologies, I'm sending my condolences
[Chorus: Jon Bellion]
This is an official apology from beautiful mind
We're sorry if we're going over your head
This is an official apology from beautiful mind
We're sorry if we're going over your head

[Verse 2: Blaque Keyz]
If dance was the equivalent to rapping
I'd moonwalk backwards faster than Mike Jackson smooth criminal in action
Passion is eating rappers, spitting bones out in a napkin
Then I zone out listening to the last of Eric Clapton
Captain of this metaphorical warship
My pen is like a swordfish chopping off the limbs of all these corpses
My flow is like the water of an ocean, I can dead see it
Release me, I'm a demon without emotion
I used to walk the streets to be greeted by light nods
Now I'm on top of the apple like I'm sitting on my iPod
Get in the way of producin', singin' and rappin' and you'll clash with the titans
I don't think you wanna fight gods
I rely on this mic
I plan to stay with myself, Jon Bellion, Samira, and Sheldon Ray
Can't wait to see the side effects of what hating will do to you
It's hard to dumb it down when my mind is so beautiful

[Chorus: Jon Bellion]
This is an official apology from beautiful mind
We're sorry if we're going over your head