Feelings

Ay, yo, I'm walkin down the street on a sunny day Uh, stoned and I'm waiting to splendor Pass the shake, ice bender Hey what up dude? The cave shadows up in the mind flicker Register the beautiful humanity of everything, right? Anyway cold sugar water in the memory Watermelon sugar in the sunlight A passing cloud, off of that loud The sky is a very beautiful blue You're a beautiful woman and I stare into your eyes sometimes The eyes remind and I define myself as Divine universal as well as you, too The spirit of us is everything anyway The shape will do what it may Yo, what is the shape of the clouds today? No importa Demolishing a corn husk tortas, cold beer Hold fear close to the heart, now release it like a scary bird See it dissolve into very words describing it The very woods previously conjured in a half-forgotten dream Yes, those same ones, don't you remember oh, na? Kool A.D, the best fuckin' rapper in the world, I'm so raw Sprite like light off a Vikin', a k- k- king cobra Nah, no, man, I dunno, nah, I don't really play that, though Ay the dodeca, cylindrical Cylindrical, yeah, okay, Testarossa Roja sola una autra oja en la hora [?] [?] compra mundo en la Coca-Cola [?] Peace, Allah, Ohio low roller-coaster Nothing but [?] playas in [?] Westa Coasta Sammy Sosa skin cream, Michael Jackson disease Nah I really mean, nah, nah, nah, nah, never mean that, though R- remember the time we see the ice cream Egyptological [?] My a- a- a- abstract connections are sneezed at my some But to others it's they bread and butters I feel like Justin Bieber with a army of cutters I feel like Drake in that I occasionally hate myself, ha I feel like 2Pac, and I'm overrated and underrated at the same time I feel like Kendrick Lamar but I'm, uh, better than 2Pac But I'm also not better than 2Pac, and I'm not really I feel like Lil' B but I made a lot of rap songs like him so that's why I feel like that Kool A.D., man, I don't really even fuckin' stop rapping, yo Shout out to Too Short, hey what's happenin'? I feel like, uh, a white British guy that rap. What's his name? On the DJ Muggs beats? Street. Streets, plural I feel like rural sometimes Ey, remember that joke on that one show, the rural [?] Sometimes I- I go out and fix the water pump sometimes Know what I mean? Like rural Man I used to sit up in the trap eating Monster Munch Now I'm sitting in the restaurant, lobster lunch Yea, I used to walk through the ghetto eating Reese's Pieces And now I walk through the mellow fields feeling the peace I feel like David Byrne, Thom Yorke, David Foster Wallace All those other fools I previously ever- ever fuckin' mention I felt like fuckin' Kevin Sorbo with a, nah, nah, fuck that dude, man Fuck Kevin Sorbo, I heard he's racist I heard him described as a svelte dyke I feel like that's phoba- phobic, though So uh, I feel like Brian Wilson trippin' out boomers in the K- K- Kokomo What? Exactly. See me Rest in piece to Charles Manson and Imagine Reel [?] I'm a black Beatle I believe I can fly like Evel Knievel, total relevance All reference [?], I feel like Lil' Yachty, Lil Uzi Vert, I'm on a boat I feel like T-Pain, praise Lucifer I feel like, uh, peace Allah, Jah Rasta Chango, praise Jesus too Fuck it, I feel like Kodak Black whippin' a bucket And Pussy Riot I feel like Odd Future I feel like pussy whip, Riot Boys I feel like, I feel you man, look I'm listening to the White Riots Isn't that a song or a band, or s- s- So White Riot is a song by The Clash Yea, I feel like Ian McKay in Fugazi Bruh, I feel like 21, 22, 23 Savage Garden [?] Michael Jordan, 23, with a basketball I feel like Steph Curry 30, heh. Three? No, 30, yea, I dunno Who's 23? Uh, fuck it, mayne Rockin' bronze though I'm at the Pinkberry with your mom's hoe Yo, M&M's on a iced tea Froyo In my white tee with a Laffy Taffy and a Yo-yo Fuck the po-po, shout out to Kassa O, though That's your bro, though, huh Smokey type of tears of a clown, shout out to Bobo Uh, me, I go Gorilla, throw signs like Koko Ya'll rap like so-so Me, I Enter the Dragon with the spurs and the bolo Kimbo Slice with the nice with it Rice rockin' racin' in the East Oakland drop tank Honda like Yea, your mama like I'm off of 5 hits of acid, I'm actin' I will dissolve into one of my own paintings Fuck anybody hating Love is the best, yes, yes, ya'll