Cold front comin'/ I wonder if Yeezy was stuntin' in Yeezies when he was thinkin' of runnin'// I know a load of nothin'/ at least according to the globalists who hope folks that don't know shit will forget just who the Pope has been fuckin'////The majority of dope is absorbed in the first three seconds/ so, Yes, it's less-than-efficient to share a shotgun// I only really assist with the mission to steal a kiss/ When she permits, it reveals Steven's real addiction (which is NOT drugs)//// Ever notice stoner Bros are typically stickin' they dick in hot-to-the-touch body hoes?/ That's why they call it "pot luck"// I'm the epitome of what the young and pretty think of when off-put/ I play with my cock instead of tonka trucks//// I'm nearly certifiable/ all I still require's a diagnosis/ but I'm frightened as hell cuz right now I control this// No one one ever thought to teach a sold-out novice hat non-profit as prophecy/ is a laundry list of a new dog/with old tricks////

HOOK

We own the night until it hatches the light/

People so bright, that's why they vetoed our rights//

Speed don't seem right; whether it's people you like on T.V., demons, or flies, the ether breeches the mind