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 Oh shit, you're like jeepers creepers 
Jesus christ, look at his lips, they're like leeches 
I out preach the preachers with seamless speeches 
Can see I'm just one of god's heavenly creatures 
From west lon' to these golden beaches 
Put a finishing touch like cream does to peaches 
Your guns are needless, my words are ammo 
All the trapping shit is giving me the hump like a camel 
1247 gigs, 62 countries, they said I wasn't big 
They said I wasn't relevant 
Now I'm standin' in the room like elephant 
Leading by example but you can call me elliot 
Covid got me rhyming for the hell of it 
Hip, house, rap, rave, always keep it elegant 
Tryna stay alive, hope somebody teach me 
Music game still fucked, r-i-p avicii. 
You know I kick it when I bring it 
Let me sing it for the night 
And I be spittin' to the rhythm 
While we trippin' in the sky 
You'll be giving it this 
And I'll be giving that 
I always bring the magic 
Pulling rabbits out of the hat 
You get me spittin' to the rhythm 
We'll be trippin' in the sky. 
(Trip, trip, trippin') in the sky 
(Trip, trip, trippin') in the sky (ah) 
Ayy 
I was a rare variety 
I tried to do it quietly 
Show a different side to me 
The side to me that wasn't sayin' much about my particulars 
Ridiculous, change the way I'm kissin' this 
Hit and miss but then had a hit 
I'm so typical, seldom self-critical, sarcastic git 
So grit your teeth and grin and bare it 
Give me a mic, a platform, watch me tear it to pieces 
This thesis, I'm my own kind of species 
And so what? kanye west thinks he's jesus 
None ego-centric celebrity stamina 
You see me show my middle finger straight to the camera 
A hammerhead shark, on the 'gram, it gets dark 
Smash it out the park and get arya starked 
Hammer your head like 'bam, bam' when the grand slam 
Flow be delivering like white van man in a van 
And the humour's dead pan 
You've read the wrong plan 
You've written your swan song 
Your mum and dad, they should have used a condom 
You ain't right son 
Getting off the mark like I'm ronson. 
You know I kick it when I bring it 
Let me sing it for the night 
And I be spittin' to the rhythm 
While we trippin' in the sky 
You'll be giving it this 
And I'll be giving that 
I always bring the magic 
Pulling rabbits out of the hat 
You get me spittin' to the rhythm 
We'll be trippin' in the sky. 
(We'll trip in) th-th-th-the sky 
(We'll trip, trip in) the sky. 
            
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