We're going somewhere else.

What does that mean?

Somewhere else!

You know why I hate you, Fallon?

Fuck. I gotta find Fallon.

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I should know why…

—because you are good at everything you do.

I always was. What can I say?

Nothing. Shut up.

That's your job.

I don't have a job.

Oh, that's right.

That's right.

[Fallon seems slightly intimidated, but nevertheless, cocky—bold and arrogant as always—and of course—

—smug. ]

{Enter The Multiverse}

The older the wiser—

The bigger the better

The taller the whiter

The richer the further you are

From the life that you want

Typically, typically

Oh, there you go again

For

Richer for poorer

Old

Haunts with old souls it's,

No wonder you dissaolved on the

Revolving door

When it's all the same concious thought

That you walked all of your dogs

To the mall in

The same four thoughts

The same

It must be getting dark

The souls are seeming more

Forgotton

Spirits wandering

Here are you now

Here I

Nigga drinking money

No one ever noticed

We must be one in the same,

Since I ain't g/have /give a damn

God, thank you God.

I told you, I love New York.

Who doesn't?

The poor…

—Broken.

On God,

On train

All four

On one

On God

4 train

6 stops

Cause I got

Money

Power cut off

I just came back from Whole Foods market

I hate shopping

Fact

Artifacts

Don't ever stop recording

Even when you want to

I might look broke

But I got money.

I'm worth it

Dot dot dot doe

Don't keep me waiting

I'm wanting to hear from you

Wading, wading.

I'm fading away

I'm fading away

I am fading away, l—

I am fading away

I see a whole ass love story.

Super synthesis you ought to draw that

Sitting right across the devil

Sitting right across the four corridors of summer sworn nonsense

I wrote two novels four summers

I took two photos, on vortex

I took two sworn oaths, far side

Master, mortar

Brick and—

I love New York now,

But order,

My far mind

Gone in the antelope

Wind and the demon ways

On, but you severed this tie

I loved him

But could not

Quite trust

Blue eyes, God

I love him.

Two minds now,

One goes the course,

One goes the other route

Same and semi,

Sometimes never

Someday never comes,

When you can't stop crying

On God,

I lost you

Ten minutes to count

Ten minutes of fame,

And again it all adds up

The stopwatch loops around again as if

Nothing ever mattered to keep track of

I found you here,

The way it went

I left you there

And then, infinite

I caught a glimpse as if

Something had shined across my back

There, master,

Same slave I always reckoned I never

Coming from others, Therin just a wince

Just a tip for a chance

Of harsh breaths

I recon still

No-ordinary-love.co

How much is that gonna hurt

Like a lot l'm assuming

Same as always

Same as always

‘ Same as always

Are you ever on time, or just—

Kind of by it?

Are you biased or just a front for more wartime?

Warcrimes.

Let's bury that in a shallow place of my mind.

The deeper the whole, the root it had gave

The shower of shame and grandiosity

Wishing you were there

Wishing you were here

Wishing you were

For me

Out, the arrow.

It will by now come around again

Arousing shaeffer, nearer aggrandized

Which one are you now!

My story has come

One another

Again

Both things

Never entered

Never shattered

I am now

We are as one

Again as the other

The shame in your heroine

Give God a hard shout;

Are you sure about coming forward, or not inbound

Shattered

Collapsed

Chaos in the wind

Never made it home on time

Are you

There you are in a straight line

Come now, give wind

Give something other than

Your love for once

Give money

Bet it all, God.

Who you want it's an apostrophe

I ain't got no apology

Apology

I ain't got no apology

Apology

—Atrocity.

—Philosophy.

—Psychology.

Delicate staccatos at the stop sign

||

Cross the walk to superstardom

{Enter The Multiverse}

Man, I don't know why I fuck with you. You're like the Drake of comedians.

Drake is the Drake of comedians.

Faded parallels

Cross intersections of time collapsing

Infrequent mantras

Gates of Heaven open,

And then closed again

Nearer and then father

Calling out to no one

Home you nearer, nothing

Push you back with tied hands

I swear

The ring finger on him

A lie like Pinocchio nose

And every time he think about me

It grows back

I put my head in a noose,

Dueceas, confusion

Loose lips and bruises

Just remember, I didn't choose this

You did

Black boy fly,

Your mom says hi

Every time I see a motherfucker wanna cry

Almost,

Still don't want clout

I just moved out

Alcohol, boo— mow

I mean meow. I'm a cat

I called you ten times.

Call me back!

Sitting waiting on your text

It's been 48 hours,

I'm still undressed

Ach—

Uh, bless you

S on my chest, finna guess you

Mister ain't been here since

Scissors sisters dismissed you,

Seven thru mirrors and dozens of dreams since

They scream “Illuminati”

And I scream at them:

“It's just a test!”

Pressed resin,

No past, future no present

Pressed resin,

Still a desert

No past, no future no present

Pressed resin.

Run for president,

I'm still a resident,

I‘m just kidding

Tats on my head,

Piss on my grave

This shit is in grave danger

No room for nobody but a baby in this manger

If this major gets wagers and disc players

From gang banging

I ain't playing with you, bitch

It's still a robbery,

I'm sorry, B.

He says she's said.

I got legs on my Pegasus

I never said whoever was better than

The others is

Listen;

This answer to this,

Lies in its simplicity

Lies and wrists bleeding,

Secrets and he gets envious

Of others,

When he reads this,

Jesus

Simple, simplicity is it

I get seeing and pleading,

But needed to

Reject, eh

Eject

Synthesis, infinite,

It gets into different subjects

And sees itself,

Remembered in images

Simplicity, isn't

Isn't, religious,

Per Say,

Or needless to be said

Freedom and

KLLY

F—ck Regis!

You know what he just—!?

Niggas.

I'm kidding, it's RIP to him—

Isn't it?

If it wasn't, it is and I just announced it

How do you pronounce this?

(C'cxell Soleïl)

Just write me a check and if it doesn't bounce—

I'll think about it.

Man, where the fuck is this train at?

“The Great Adventures of Uptown A”

I promised myself this morning I would just lay there

I hate her, but more I hate

Being here

Or being there, or

Going anywhere without a hat on

I l l squatted in the street just to shag on em

PIP!

That's what his name was!

Finally, Christ.

I thought I‘d lost her!

And Ping was his friend's name.

Jesus Christ.

Must have been important

Must have.

Jesus Christ.

“Why I Hate Union Square”

By CC Stone

&

[Why u love upon were]

Ahem.

(Why I Love Union Square)

By Blū Tha Gürū

They said I hadn't done this before

Whatever I was trying to write getting off the train was lost on that day.

Surely.

{Enter The Multiverse}

Tina taddle tale…

Sudakis.

So wait. Which one is Chris Parnell.

The other one.

So then.

Um.

Wait,

Which one is Jerry in Rick and Morty.

Are you serious?

No, get out.

I get them confused.

What.

Are you serious.

Same SNL cast. Right?

Or close.

FISHSTICKS.

Liz, get in here.

There, I fixed it.

Oh. You dirty dog you.

Is that what I am?

Worse than me.

Oh, come on.

Something not the same.

I swear to god. Just let him win.

Alright.

Ok.

But—for what?

Just let him win, or you're gonna regret it.

I regret this.

I regret it.

Sometimes I'm so drunk

I'm stone cold sober.

Sometimes I'm so stone,

I can hardly lift weights,

Lift my own weight, that is

I'm heavy as hell in here

Given angel wings

And i'm green, I think

But I've never been well, then

Well then

I love you.

Okay.

Shamrocks and idols,

Wagons and chariots,

Still suicidal and

Everything wreaks of him

The reminisce of the writing

Remember who the wife is,

I'm still so suicidal,

I could have carved this eye into my head myself

Instead of his

Regrets again

Some medicine and stomach man,

Pain is easy

Love is hard,

So suicidal,

I forgot not to fall in love at all

With superstars

Or cosmic stardust

Nothing stars at all

Besides the sun of ours

Oh, why God?

The truth?

You tell me the truth!

Okay, but then you've gotta prove it.

Sold

Solve the equation

Math?! I

I like math

You, too, then.

Titus!

Mellow.

Be bold, you!

Never—mellow I am, as are we.

Chaos, you've spelled it.

I've spelled then many words

For our wise,

Nevermind before you found her waiting,

Dusk was fallen

And here you,

cry out such a task-

To have found her in waiting,

Not I or heavy bound,

But yet with lust,

The breath of motherdom on her wicked truth

The tied you have counted,

For I wisked away with every since

Your true intent, persist, I may.

Now.

Mellow.

You found for call my wants;

Shallow, as it may

My need ne'er far behind the broken,

Does call to you, brother,

And you also,

For I widow in thought,

My fury

A tear.

A tear, you ask

But one does not cry as I seek

Fair judgement and ridicule,

Severed heart I,

Come now awakened in

To her,

A dusk had come,

Though night was golden

A dawn arose with fury in my bosom

Mine love awakened

Not love, but

Seldom!

Love, I bear you mine honest hands,

The wilted rose,

Blood upon thornes,

Truly marks I who has come

To wake in her

Then.

So, I mellow.

Did you fear for not

The death that approaches,

For now you call I,

And our m brethren here,

For siren had sounded to wake,

You in the light and there destined to love

By blood is bound,

And yet you wait, here now on high

Calling to us, havingbeen hound by light,

Whether you did, or did not forsought

Come as foreign

And leave again

Worried, feather feared at all

That by this blood, you too shall weep,

To reap again what you sow

Or shall they say,

As punishment,

For cause just binds??

Now.

I second.

Here, too, I second,

I third, even for not I as you,

And you both as I,

And how,

The sun has set upon us,

Why, death is sure to come

As I rise,

But give me no mercy, this

Mellow now,

I only beg

What here has transpired

Silence here,

Between myself and I—

Brethren.

Steady ye we all sigh as one.

Steady ye as my death is yours.

Steady be my tongue as forced to lie with sacred heart true love does lie.

So be it.

So, then.

Honor thy pardon.

Off, then.

[The King quickly vanishes into the night.]

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