Adult Swim (Spotify Singles)

Lyrics

[Intro] Dre, I can't deal with the fact that the bass sounds like an 808 [Verse 1] I've just been fanning myself, I'm a such a fan of myself There's levels to the cool like a fan on the shelf When you blow, they try to gas you like fans at the Shell station God hands me a full plate, but I handle it well If they don't feel your thoughts, start dreaming in braille They'll try to sell you short 'cause their dreams are for sale They'll say "Get off your podium, life isn't Nickelodeon" Orange you so dumb?" Kenan and Kel, wow The government leaves an animal trail So I switch to swiss chard, carrots, and kale So I'll remember my kid's name, dementia is a sick game I'm silence in the lamb, call me Hannibal Failed, yeah Financial plans should be handled in stealth I fight to lead a private life for my family's health Got some dinner with art collectors, they started drinkin' Prosecco When they slipped about their level of family wealth Bunch of actresses downplay how my records have felt It's not a mystery to decode a fan in yourself "This man's on fire," I can't pretend I'm not talented For me to fake humble's a corny way to be arrogant Drug dealers still on the corner of Madison Except they push Pradas and Red Bottoms to Madisons Red bottoms for baboons and radishes I went to Mozambique and saw a real kind of happiness I don't feel guilty when Nike sends me some packages We still end up in boxes even though we chase packaging [Verse 2] Take this, take this, TUAMIE supply the face lift Woo Take this, TUAMIE supply the face lift That's Mylon Hayde, everybody Yeah My stance here as a band leader is Pangaea My heart's frío, I'm cold, heater than Cambria I rock steady, my Johnson's Dwayne-heavy We just erase heroes, I'll Stan Lee ya, Remini, he the king of Queens My bars breathe Lebron's Kia, carry greatness Statements on spaceship, Haitians get LASIK Meaning you dread what comes from my third eye Blind to the fake shit, uh My tone is gettin' aggressive I just create for the truly gifted of adolescence My essence becomes a mystery I instantly become a Pistol Pete in a sport full of Walt Fraziers Kelsey Grammer is something like Thor with a hammer Like Alfred Hitchcock with a camera Just blazin', Killer Cam with a sample Both hands on the candle can't handle it, uh My channel too hot to cancel, my baby's drivin', I'm Ansel I'm passenger writin' stanzas, I'm holdin' these verses ransom I'm Hansel Zoolander handsome TUAMIE supply the face lift [Interlude] Ooh, gotta start with that (Jesus) Gimme s—, gimme that, gimme all that I can't do it at the same time Well, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it I'll give you, I'll give you the beatbox You just gimme a little bit of the "Jesus" stuff Phenomenal [Verse 3] (Jesus) Switch over, switch over Right, you take the b— Lovin' it all, here with my brother-in-law Greece is a beautiful place, food is incredible, awe We just been playin' some games, everyone's pickin' a straw Who gets the longest has gotta go tell the butler to call (Call) For more alcohol Wait, we'd told the locals that we'd go and play basketball But they don't want the business Plus, I drank from the flask we bought, now everything is spinnin' Then we laugh it off (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Ooh, it's Whoopi Goldberg the way that my sisters act up They had some champagne, now everybody's laughing Movies 'bout paradise, and my family got the cast thing If you dove into the tears of my eyes, you'd hear this instrumental Jesus was instrumental in blessing my mental Every time I drove a car, coulda twisted the metal Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah All the things on my wish list, God has given in triplets I'm on an island where opiates go to rich kids And then they pass away, that's called death over the privileged Huh, see, I never wanna be famous, stop calling me underrated I'm still pushin' the same whip I was drivin' in Sachem Peace in my life, it's awesome, As-salamu alaykum I'm makin' certain decisions, I'm flyin' under the radar I really love my life and this music thing is a great job, uh, uh Yeah, pick up the phone and someone tells me, "Mr. Bellion, sir Beyoncé on the line, she tryna reach you on your cellular" She wanted "Fall In Line," but we gave it to Aguilera, shit Uh, I hope it's the right decision Bey wanted it for the twins she signed I hope I didn't burn that bridge, I worry all the time I'm just tryna show these kids about this light of mine (This little light of mine) I always flex, but I realize that it's divine appointment I'm a cross between hard work and Jesus-anointed I hope the sinner that needed grace is the final notion For the rest of my life, you'll see me on the L-I-double R With a Heineken in my bag, on my way to the Garden Tryin' to kill your nephews like I been fuckin' with Scar Me lyin' down on the job is Nala option at all And it's all because of, da-da, all because [Verse 4] Off the top, I freestyle I haven't done it in a while But when you're on key, everything is going, yeah Everybody wants to just smile Because we jamming in the room Everything is going zoom, zoom and quick like boom And we just moving, everything is proven Moving, pushing, pulling, grooving, chilling, what So we gon' take it off the top And we gon' make the whole shit pop Say, everything I do is off the top like work, yeah And now we body jammin' and we make this You've been blessed 'cause I don't leave the house for this Usually, I don't even leave my spouse for this But I know, sometimes, you gotta out this shit And make people know that you down and shit And you're better than the people tryna out you, shit So here we go, off top, I'm tryna blast like this And everything I do, I'm bringing class like this And Glory Sound Prep will make you drop your ass like this I make shit in the year 3000, I'm out this house when I do shit And people say it's like new shit So they don't know if they gon' ever give you the truth shit But when I get true shit, they make it like blue shit Red, blue pill, either one, I think I took both It doesn't matter, off the top, it's like I use cloth to talk When I talk with this **** on my feet Then I realize, get rid of it I just do things that I do off the top Stream of, stream of, stream of Stream of, of consciousness, drop, drop, drop Stream of consciousness, drop, drop, drop [Outro] Go right to the guitar, nothing else Now fade out, now fade out I'm keeping that one, that's the one Seven minutes, fuck it