[Verse 1]
Sticky cup holders, stained seats and carpets
Parked out front your house; I'm human garbage
Cupid's target was not me for you, true, but I was actually hunting Pikachu
So don't a**ume I'm here for a peek at you
I haven't wanted you since possibly never
It's all been an illusion of fumes from an aphrodisiac leaking from a creepy back room that I finally realized is actually my brain
“It's all in your head,” said Dr. Strange
Figured I could afford ignoring the diagnosis
‘Cause I was so sure this wasn't hocus pocus
I was just afraid to be hopeless
Faux feelings; artificial emotions
Not to say I never found you attractive, but understand my stalking is only a bored action
[Hook]
Bum boy boppin' down the horizon
No help, no hope in his life, and-
You can't give ‘em no ideas ‘cause he fried them
Dying in the same skin he's alive in
Bum boy boppin' down by the Styx, then-
With no knowledge of how to swim, he gets in
You can't tell ‘em ‘bout a world he don't live in
Losing in the same skin that he wins in
[Verse 2]
Saved all the pictures and promptly forgot they existed
Quit the two jobs, returned to being a mystic
Hum hits, but stay with raps for dim caves
Through some glitch, I'm playing past the endgame
But when you've been strange, you hardly care or feel off
Young Von Schweetz beeps then peels off
Eat my dust, and I hope you get whooping cough
Haters don't get to question my plot until my movie's off
As for you, I'll pardon the interruption, pa** the snacks, and recap the introduction
This one here? Doesn't believe anything
Chose to resign to music and good chicken wings
Wears a jacket even on the hot days
Knows he'll get shot, even though he does what the cops say
Negative zero on his very own Top 8
Always thinking of the leap he did not take