BELOW lyrics

[Intro]
Uh huh, what the f*ck man
Well anyway, Meezow

[Verse]
Close call, heard your ego that big cause the world's so small
Shoulda learned folks talk
I'm not self serious, a self healing journey I cannot help period
Tall tails, horror cells, consciousness of our shell of [?]
Happy thoughts about the dark well
Dharma wealthy shouldn't own the depths from which we getting our dells
Hit your face like new car smell, darn hell
I got boxes full of weird sh*t, the tinkerer
Thinking you the thinker, I'm the thinkerer
Slip into your crib, I buy thе kids and I be dipping with the winter's worth
To mе it's about the little sh*t that intersperse
My inner works have made top one
When I was done looked over it and said I'm not done
Only could have been the best if I ain't dropped once
But how the f*ck would y'all know?
And how else I'ma get on Hot Ones?
And how else I'ma get on Hot Ones?
I'm stupid but I'm not dumb
I'm God's God's son, I always got some
Now that that blotty blot's done, I bet I'm unsung
Shocking all, done, done, done
[Outro]
Uh, yeah, it's good