Flying Lotus
Black Baloons Mix
At the top of a kaballah
Sitting meditating
In the middle of mandalas
Branches in my hair
Like im harold

But i’m really just a strange ancient pharaoh that got pricked by a stand arrow

From rio de janeiro
Blue macaws all on my pay roll

Kill off cops and crackers
For a couple pesos

Well not just them but who i give the say so
Ritz don't mix with queso so
I only hire birds , n***as fags and pedros

To do the dirty work so i’ll never have to lay low

Do eyes that wander like rainbows

Give em all companions of lilo
And if they come back they’ll get a fate worse then halos

They’ll never find the truth
Now ain’t that hellishly painful