The lust is show the story, grodier than Mr. Crowley
For those embarrassed to know holier than Darrell Morley habits
Paris to the Gobi bring him up to speed slowly
On the low key, Kindles is phony D
Taste stale, see the world in shades of gray-scale
Right there in black and white, protected by chain-mail
Today’s the day, made your way see ya sister'n'um
Took my little mens with her, told em loved em.. kisseded them
These over-sensitive youngins' is on some new stuff
Can't sit still and focus the time it takes to do enough
From the mean streets of the ‘Can I get a dollar dude?’
Above measure the singular pleasure of solitude
It’s your poison, if you so choose, absorb it
Veins to the brain, shoot off into orbit
How you know octagon? Or much less Tetragrammaton
To get the good stuff you gotta get out to the Amazon
With any luck you might just score locally
Keep it on the hush when you speakin' on it vocally
Then you gotta be on the in, a known member
I think I still owe 'em lil something since November, whatever
Who need credit when cash speak? Forget it
Sweatin' sittin on this package since last week
We all got weaknesses, even the functionin' dead
Some’ll end up fudgin' numbers, buggin' and lunchin' instead
It’s Netflix to the head, second best trick to get the chicks in the bed