[Verse 1 Th@Kid]
Find me dashin' till the day time passes
And night falls
Then it's back to the sewer
For the rat, "Au revoir"
I'mma "Bon appetit" this beats
Like Oh Boyy
Better stick around for the main course
I'm back again, the Michigan kid with no respect
Dropped out at sixteen
Then he called collect
Like "Hello fame are you there?
'Cause I'm commin'"
Started drummin' to the beat of his own drum
Brrram-pampam-bumpin' !
Hipster tunes from Indie artists
Dallas Green, Luke Pickett, Manchester Orchestra
Young kid instrumental as orchestras
[?] to transform these raps into accordions
Hold 'em and fold 'em
Smish 'em and cash 'em
That's cash back motherfuck a flashback's flashin'
I'm sorry I had to get that out of the way
Too many best friends I let to not be callin' today

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[Verse 2 :/Featuring?]
Old dutch town
Let me think about it now
Old dutch town
Writtin' thoughts out
Old dutch town
You let me think out loud
Brushed up so many times
That I'm painted up and down
Old dutch town
You let me live in the clouds
I get so high
And I ain't never comin'
Whole dutch town
I can't believe it's allowed
This world's so wrong
I don't wanna leave this town
Whole dutch town
Let me think about it now
Let me write my thoughts out
I ain't never comin' down