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The writing of my birth certificate unorganized, nowhere to hide
The cat sits on the mantle staring as I start to write some words
The ones I chose and thoughts I have will bring me to a better day
Lost in translation, a universe of itself
Words were exchanged, the baby changes herself
Wrapped up like the last year of school
Ten vegan tacos and a blanket cocoon
Musically meditatin', my heart is on fire
One million dollars, I did less work than ever
Flippin' houses now, LLC is trimmin' blouses now
Tourin' Jamaica, London, Paris now
Ah, sugar moonlight glow
Where no one's ever been before
Fat and happy, vegan food in the pantry
Keep the lights on, Arthur wearin' yellow, hello
Spread the SunButter, my living room is cold-hearted
No visitors on the holidays
All I need is my dog and keyboard
I make music, fuck the fame
Livin' in the sewer with fewer food than losers
Tryna build a blueprint like Pantajali Yoga Sutra
And Jazzy Jeff, Jay-Z massacre from the tea
Bitch, you cannot tax me, I'm off the grid, I'm tax free (what?)
Most say impossible, I say unstoppable
Lesson for the brethren that still workin' at Taco Bell
They can't stop us, we're too fast
They can't stop us, they're too slow
They can't stop us, we're too fast
They can't stop us (stop us, stop us)
They can't stop us
They can't stop us (stop us, stop us)
They can't stop us
They can't stop us
Hit 'em with a brand-new verse, uh, that shit hurt
Left work 'cause we don't work
Hey, we're in reverse, take my ibuprofen with my salad
Apply lotion, that's valid
Watching the moonlight, setting the mood right
Firing smooth like rice and chicken
Feeling terrific on a Saturday evening
Brother Steven, keep believing, keep achieving
People leaving in a hurry, there's no reason
Time to season, turmeric curry
We're on top like a Maraschino cherry
Bro, I'm lagging
I'm lagging
Bro, this game suck, suck
Yes, we're in reverse
So I hit 'em with a-, hit 'em with a-, hit 'em with a beat
Always on my feet, got 'em running in cleats
Big plate, hella meat, call me muscle man chief
The officer of beef, big badge like police
Sour and sweet, I'm runnin' the street, runnin' belief
Bad for your liver, cold plunge like a tongue make you shiver
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