(Short short short) shorts with the beanie
The boots with the Fiji
The type of outfit that says I want you to feed me
(Beat beat beat) Beat me at Tetris
(Box box box) Box chain necklace
Sit on my face, reading books on ethics
Seeing what he benches, give him more attention
Money, money, Maserati, when he purrs you listen
Making smart investments all the way to the bank
In a three week stink and they can’t say a thing

And when I get on the beat, beat
Well they know how it goes
And when I get on the $$ $$
Well you know how that goes
I got a rocket full of microtonal overgrowing flow mitosis
Drop it in your pocket, overdose it till you hit the coast and
Boom, lock it, fill it, curl it, find me all up in your
Room, $$ $$ on repeat until we reachin' certain
Doom, I don't like it when they call me new or fresh, I'm just
Rude, and if you wanna catch me catch me dancing in the nude

Cuz boy I try to forget
And maybe cop me a pack
Or maybe get some new kicks
Or maybe cop some new wax
And if my friends call up,
I might be tryna relax
Then I gotta cop more just to deal with the
Stresssssss
I got problems and more
I got ghosts in the back
Got a bruise on my soul
I got shows to prep, guests to vet, cash to get, and the day ain’t even over yet

[f-ether]
I’m reading my to-do list
That’s like 8-miles long,
Can’t touch this hot coffee pot
That I poured into this song
Awful or not,
This ballpoint’s all that I got,
Blowing black ink across the page
Like a juul cephalopod
I’m done with transcripts;
Im overseas
Shootin like a deuce-deuce
While givin him bofa deez
I got him in a jock but
Ya’ll just jockin my steeze,
Can’t hear the shit that you talk
But I can smell it in the breeze

This that new sound, the way the bass blows
The people on the ground with the proper angle
The funk that flip fast, the style that slip past
The foreign and backyard together at last
Like, I’m an auditory nomad
A border zone man, DJ No Dad,
Breeding beats, cytoplasmic vocab
Surrogate speakers, nuclear low jab

Folks at Channel 8 tryna send a broadcast
Yokels at the bar tryna catch a few hands
But all I know is I’m just tryna catch a few men
A bottle of liquor, and a ride to the north end
Some calisthenics and some hearty wheat bread
Some almond milk coffee and some decently good head
Staying healthy, getting a new bed
So I sleep just fine after I fuck your dad, bitch