Lyrics

[Verse 1] I want more life, fucker And you can infantilize the rest of the room I am gonna step outside now, if I may [Verse 2] Sell it to the sold-to's Sing it to the parrots, they can squawk it back at you I am gonna slip outside now anyway [Chorus] It's not bull-leaps-into-stands, it's not Cheyenne-Arapaho It's "Morning, Ralph," "Morning, Sam," see you tomorrow [Verse 3] Shareholder curtsy, shareholder bow The neighbor's wifi's called "Magic negro" now I am gonna burn his house down, if I may [Verse 4] Deep in the heart of wildest Caucasia You're tearing it up! I am gonna slip outside and see the day [Chorus] It's not Natalya Estemirova, it's not Cheyenne-Arapaho A well-lit nowhere, see you tomorrow