[lyrics originally transcribed by Jimmy Dyna, onesecbeforetheend & etze]
Have you ever walked down the road
And gotten the feeling that nothing existed but you?
Yo, the snare drum hits
f** a fair one
n***as couldn't dare come diss
Choose the loose
Snooze, you lose
Super sloof he would slew the glues
Couldn't give a flying hula hoop
He knew the truth
So he flew the coop
Cooler sloop, he returned with a supergroup
I made the crumbs kneel before Zod
Y'all gone (Your god?), bringing y'all gobs to old stock [?]
Boredom is a k**er some slaughter in the sinner
I'm talking in the mirror getting awesome with his sister
Caution [?] it's a thriller like an orphan wig splitter
In the frigid winter it's like a blizzard in your thinker
The fun days are over
The love is all gone
And the crumbs have taken over
I said the fun days are over
f** it I'm staying sober
The bro knows these hoes flow like bosons
No love for them, yo, no lost rollo [?]
Ask Roll-o [?] he knows i'm half loco
The no-show with a boat load of old gold
He got tired of the piggie bag wrap/rap
Now it's “gimme that!”
Yo, couldn't give a f** less
Than he gives a f** plenty
Still a young man with an uplanned legacy
Maybe he needs therapy
Maybe he needs a psychedellic trip with a cherokee
Maybe he's the illusion [it's the losing?] of the mind
Maybe it's a half-baked conclusion of the signs
The fun days are over
Love is dead
Life is Daytona