(Up, up, uh-uh-uh-up)
If-if-if-if it's up, then I'm up, I'm stuck
In a different lifetime, you say, "Good luck"
She my Baba Yaga with a digital touch
Call her Cortana when she doing too much
Hair's like Medusa, eyes like stone
Cowboy Bebop, space telephone
Face of an alien, brain like Akira
I've been telling 'em to don't go near her
Brain, brain like Akira
Don't-don't-don't-don't-don't,
don't go near her
Brain, brain-brain like Akira
Don't, don't, don't-don't go near her
In the peace, you've gotta owe sometimes
If the peace you wanna stay
In the peace, you will not grow sometimes
So the peace will run away
If you're rotting from the inside out
'Cause the apple tastes so sweet
Is there something we should talk about
Or must you stay discreet?
I just wanna fuck it all up,
who gon' match me?
Don't you think it's 'bout the time
it gets a little nasty?
Pulling out my hair and my teeth,
that's a slow burn
Going 'til the sun comes up,
then it's your turn
Oh, it's your turn
Then it's your turn
Oh, I'm going 'til the sun comes up
Then it's your turn
Oh, it's your turn
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
No rush, I blush
They said I'm popping now, blue crush
Get high, stay high
Get in a bar fight, black eye
I'm not a prophet, so stop it
Pinch of cinnamon, good luck
When I'm dropped in, no coffin
I'll be buried like a schmuck
In the peace, you've gotta owe sometimes
If the peace you wanna stay
In the peace, you will not grow sometimes
So the peace will run away
If you're rotting from the inside out
'Cause the apple tastes so sweet
Is there something we should talk about
Or must you stay discreet?
I just wanna fuck it all up,
who gon' match me?
Don't you think it's 'bout the time
it gets a little nasty?
Pulling out my hair
and my teeth that's a slow burn
Going 'til the sun comes up,
then it's your turn
Oh, it's your turn
Then-then-then it's your turn
Oh, I'm going 'til the sun comes up-up-up-up-up
Then it's your turn
Oh, it's your turn
If-if-if-if it's up, then I'm up, I'm stuck
In a different lifetime, you say, "Good luck"
She my Baba Yaga with a digital touch
Call her Cortana when she doing too much
Hair's like Medusa, eyes like stone
Cowboy Bebop, space telephone
Face of an alien, brain like Akira
I've been telling 'em to don't go near her
Brain, brain like Akira
Don't-don't-don't-don't-don't,
don't go near her
Brain, brain-brain like Akira
Don't, don't, don't-don't go near her
In the peace, you've gotta owe sometimes
If the peace you wanna stay
In the peace, you will not grow sometimes
So the peace will run away
If you're rotting from the inside out
'Cause the apple tastes so sweet
Is there something we should talk about
Or must you stay discreet?
I just wanna fuck it all up,
who gon' match me?
Don't you think it's 'bout the time
it gets a little nasty?
Pulling out my hair and my teeth,
that's a slow burn
Going 'til the sun comes up,
then it's your turn
Oh, it's your turn
Then it's your turn
Oh, I'm going 'til the sun comes up
Then it's your turn
Oh, it's your turn
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
No rush, I blush
They said I'm popping now, blue crush
Get high, stay high
Get in a bar fight, black eye
I'm not a prophet, so stop it
Pinch of cinnamon, good luck
When I'm dropped in, no coffin
I'll be buried like a schmuck
In the peace, you've gotta owe sometimes
If the peace you wanna stay
In the peace, you will not grow sometimes
So the peace will run away
If you're rotting from the inside out
'Cause the apple tastes so sweet
Is there something we should talk about
Or must you stay discreet?
I just wanna fuck it all up,
who gon' match me?
Don't you think it's 'bout the time
it gets a little nasty?
Pulling out my hair
and my teeth that's a slow burn
Going 'til the sun comes up,
then it's your turn
Oh, it's your turn
Then-then-then it's your turn
Oh, I'm going 'til the sun comes up-up-up-up-up
Then it's your turn
Oh, it's your turn