[Intro: Sterling Holloway, George Sanders, & Spit Habitz]
Let me show you how it works
Trust in me
Uh, no, I can't be bothered with that
I-I have no time for that sort of nonsense
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Can I kick it?
Some excellent idea, haha, I'm sure you wouldn't mind
[Verse 1: Spit Habitz]
Coughing up dust, something is up, redirected as I resurrected, uh
Starin' at some dangling necklace in a purple-painted cesspit
Left with some permanent breaking pencils, you were out back, building up fences
I was at the core, perfеcting my senses, thesе tunnels underground goes infinite and endless
Hypnotic pendulums, yeah, makin' realities, bending it in, uh
Breathing it out, feel all your body parts sink to the ground, core is vibrating from sounds, uh
Voices screamin' inside, "Please let us out!" the voyage is now
Reality still smells like molded oysters standin' in line, like
I could never breathe in this town
Stuck to the couch all while all my vocals' been dyin' out
Pain in my back from the day before I'm slowing down
So I think of something in to write
I'll start to shiver in parts of time, it must be (Hmm)
How it's about to be like when universes collide, it's drippin' mucus from the vines and the
Tide is to high, it's pretty stupid how I rhyme, but you can
See what's behind if you open your third eye
Put the verses in your mind, but there's no need to rehearse to get the feeling of feeling alive
No need for you to cry (No)
You just gotta recognize that vibration in your spine, that sound that makes your heartbeat amplify
Concrete cracking 'cause the time is now (Yeah)
Bringing that crappy underground sound
Collecting tactics, mind like a magnet, connecting aspects
Walking on glass, writing on tablets in pitch blackness
Let me show you how it works
Trust in me
Uh, no, I can't be bothered with that
I-I have no time for that sort of nonsense
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Can I kick it?
Some excellent idea, haha, I'm sure you wouldn't mind
[Verse 1: Spit Habitz]
Coughing up dust, something is up, redirected as I resurrected, uh
Starin' at some dangling necklace in a purple-painted cesspit
Left with some permanent breaking pencils, you were out back, building up fences
I was at the core, perfеcting my senses, thesе tunnels underground goes infinite and endless
Hypnotic pendulums, yeah, makin' realities, bending it in, uh
Breathing it out, feel all your body parts sink to the ground, core is vibrating from sounds, uh
Voices screamin' inside, "Please let us out!" the voyage is now
Reality still smells like molded oysters standin' in line, like
I could never breathe in this town
Stuck to the couch all while all my vocals' been dyin' out
Pain in my back from the day before I'm slowing down
So I think of something in to write
I'll start to shiver in parts of time, it must be (Hmm)
How it's about to be like when universes collide, it's drippin' mucus from the vines and the
Tide is to high, it's pretty stupid how I rhyme, but you can
See what's behind if you open your third eye
Put the verses in your mind, but there's no need to rehearse to get the feeling of feeling alive
No need for you to cry (No)
You just gotta recognize that vibration in your spine, that sound that makes your heartbeat amplify
Concrete cracking 'cause the time is now (Yeah)
Bringing that crappy underground sound
Collecting tactics, mind like a magnet, connecting aspects
Walking on glass, writing on tablets in pitch blackness
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