(transitioning from previous track…)
(Kid Sleepy)
Beards… beards… beards
(Optimus Rhyme)
You're not your clothes your job or the car you drive
Are you a robotic slave man or are you alive
Once your skull gets removed from your rectal cavity
Perhaps then you’ll come back down to Earth like gravity
Tragically, mother f*ckers walking around asleep
Lead like sheep til their six feet deep
Same old sh*t like mp3 on repeat
Radio in my head and its telling me I'm a creep
Who got the keys to my jeep?
I like my sneakers spend-y and my sunglasses cheap
Can't tell me sh*t, I a’int listening
Iced out bling on my rims keep glistening
Y'all gotta be deformed in the brain
I get ‘em all wet like an overflowing storm drain
Got it on lock like a door with a chain
You better pray I don't come after you I a'int playing
(Chorus)
Riding in the sunset, counting cash
I'm getting paid, I get the last laugh
Ha, ha ha ha, you f*cking dummies
Ha, ha ha ha, we getting money
Riding in the sunset, counting cash
I'm getting paid, I get the last laugh
Ha, ha ha ha, you f*cking dummies
Ha, ha ha ha, we getting money
(Kid Sleepy)
Heavy steaks, 808 breaks, record crates
Brussels sprouts in her mouth, erase a chocolate shake laced
With powders from orchids in the movie adaptation
When Nic Cage and Meryl Streep got lost in translation
Heh, I'm a playa, on las playas with Mayans
Instigator on papyrus eating mama's papayas
Aviator getting higher than some liars in crisis
Flowing hydrous, I’m a pirate on Euphrates and Tigris
You ladies need highness, so find us, be our heroine
Late night I’m a dynasty, David Letterman
Savvy and adept carving tablets, echo Bedouins
Cultivating innovative anecdotal lessons son
I guess I'm done with these filthy transgressions
Enough arrests and hypodermic needle obsessions
And sorry to the heads that I still owe cash to
If this record comes thru I’m'a hit you back dudes
(Chorus x4)