[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