I’m chillin' out on the thought of what we come to
Like curdled milk, just drugs & eggs, now nothing new
She bears a leg and finds it hard to look through
I wonder if she knows it but I'm not you

No scare left to face
Find a scheme and charge it

Second to nothing
Dreams are something
We can't find a hideout

Every slime in the checkout line's
Been taking his time beside her

...chillin' out on the thought of what we come to
Like curdled milk, just drugs & eggs, found nothing new
She bears a leg and finds it hard to look through
I wonder if she knows it but I'm not through

No hairs out of place
Find a scheme and charge it

Second to nothing
Dreams mean something
We can’t find a hideout
Every slime in the checkout line's
Been taking his time beside her