[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