The Monk’s Ferrari

Lyrics

[Chorus] Outside my body for three days  Was outside my body  We can change the program  We can burn the world down  We ain't gotta hold hands, hold hands Free man and it wasn't cheap  Free man, free man, free man [Verse 1] The monk who sold his Ferrari  The one of one son, the Feng Shui of the father Whole planet on the collarbone, honorable Was off the edge when no one called, I felt so marginal Get your butter 'fore you get churned out and discarded Dismembered, disregarded, disheartened  Put RATKING and BROCKHAMPTON both on "Big Pharma" The artform's evolver 'till I'm frittata  Can't spend before you get spent in every sense What an arithmetic  There was no one like me when I dropped "Synonyms" Blindfolded in oblivion  Still ain't trippin, quit with all the bitching dog  When you have children it's easy to tell who's people This Nostradamus sensitive, it's easy to smell who's evil Thank God the karma is bilingual  Blood buys this lingo Thugs crying for re-do's, like please!  [Chorus] Outside my body for three days  Was outside my body  We can change the program  We can burn the world down  We ain't gotta hold hands, hold hands Free man and it wasn't cheap  Free man, free man, free man [Verse 2] The price of the world is honesty  1000 word prayer, this picture shows he's responsive Verses is vlog-esque  Kept it Vogue cover through the grotesque Oh yes! We vent!  For all the steam built up being oppressed We kept iron to put negative charges to ions For the overdraft F E's that felt like death, coat check!  75 percent of this event don't deserve my presence Y'all sneaking on the guest list  You don't put respect on Remi's future The semi leaves you semi useful  Sonny when hungry can get very coo coo Don't make me manifest, times get crucial Cash for EBT, government cheese, politics as usual  Unhinged, the right doors always open  One win made up for 100 losses  Front spin, if you gon' fall then fall towards The passion can make a latte out of coffee bean God dressed like Yahweh for this Halloween Only the chicken bring you joy huh, Jollibee We were sliding AMEX's through ass cracks like lunatics  Putting band aids over broken arms and bad habits Tragedy tickles, alchemy giggles  Laugh factory Nasdaq, on madre's, where the cash at?