I don′t walk alone in my wafflecomb

Bitch I levitate

La-di-da with gravitasListen while you meditate

Talk in tones, off the dome

But usually I think too much

What's inside, you won′t know

Unless you cuttin' deep enough

It's revenge of the nerds

And I concur

Had to get up out the slumber

Somber summer

Opposite of the slums heard and they wonder

But, they could never confirm what I unearth

Stay all bundled

In a bunker

I got one word

Yea that′s murky

Get up under and submerge

Yea, yea yea sensory, sensual

Surrounded by lovers

We all converge

Driftin′, mixed in, with all of the rich kids

Distant, my interests, so idealistic

Magic, mystic, now I see in triptychs

Transcendent visits, that I skinny dip in

No space no scales

Whole new existence

Trace this oasis

Full of bright pigments

Daydreams of utopian apparitions

Love intertwined I been havin' murky visions

Can′t be a Bernard Marx

Envelope in fresh air

Radiatating stardust

Pleasure reigns with less care

Opening up our hearts

Only when my chest bare

Just too many windows

So in need of less glare

But I'm too unstable

Love seems loaded with fables

Will i ever reach the point where I feel willing and able

Know it′s happened before

But just some subtle distractions

Which morph into microcosmic eruptions inside my mattress

But I'm too infatuated

Need saturation just to be activated

Ephemerality second nature

Guess I′ll learn my lesson later

Currently hyperbole high currency

I can't help myself

Panicking in perjury or take off all against my health

Driftin', mixed in, with all of the rich kids

Distant, my interests, so idealistic

Magic, mystic, now I see in triptychs

Transcendent visits, that I skinny dip in

No space no scales

Whole new existence

Trace this oasis

Full of bright pigments

Daydreams of utopian apparitions

Love intertwined I been havin′ murky visions

Yea, I been twitchin′ too antsy

In the pantry

Shit I can't leave

With a Grim grin where is Mandy

Fuck the game up, don′t need plan B

Somebody better slip me an ambien

Psychedelic flow with a antique grin

Bars sputter off like a turret on a banshee

Bandana on like I'm in the kamanchi

Girl not piping and she tryna say i can′t leave (What?)

Just test me

I ain't here to cuddle better get a stuffed Bambi

Yea, don′t text me hoe (Don't text me hoe!)

Got worries and anxieties coming like a stampede

Can't leave so i pick the pen up no Stanley

Bitch I ain′t no superman

But I′m not from this Earth so you won't understand me

I don′t fuck with pop shit

Pompous, suburb boxes, hogwash, toxic, obnoxious

Topless, moshpit, visions in the cockpit

Wavy w mystique just like the mothafuckin loch ness

All I see is warm tones, masks Lee Corso

All of these corpos I had to import smoke

Give me all that cortizone

Now all I got is short tones

So many contortions

Living in these four zones

Landed in new nebula the ground so far from regular

Reakin' of the scent of love like Nemo in anenoma

Enigma beyond spectrum

Manifest my daydreams

All I do is level up then think or more ornate schemes

Driftin′, mixed in, with all of the rich kids

Distant, my interests, so idealistic

Magic, mystic, now I see in triptychs

Transcendent visits, that I skinny dip in

No space no scales

Whole new existence

Trace this oasis

Full of bright pigments

Daydreams of utopian apparitions

Love intertwined I been havin' murky visions