Yo, so King Tuck got a tomb, Trump an oval room
And I'm on the moon with a nitrous balloon
Boxed out the womb, fightin' like a goon
Got a cinch on my dick and a bitch in my room
My mama's mad cool, I feel like butterflies
On the weed, butter, firefly, your mind's Ja Rule
Senses stripped naked, punk ready, Hasik or Jason
I ain't made * till I make it
I ain't made hits, I made blankets
I could sleep at night knowin' that I speak it right
If I could dream it right, even though it seems like
Throwin' what out the seams, I like blowin' mad cut
Still blowin' it like a fiend tonight
You could stream my life, main vein on the main train
Gettin' off that main plate, strugglin' to maintain
They say the jargon, I say the arson
I played this game in arcades, you could walk in
I be fine, I ain't lyin', people askin' me all of the time
What the * on my mind, I don't know
I be feelin' depressed on the low
But I keep a cool vibe so that * don't show
My whole life a * show, if God real
Then I gotta wonder why the * he do it like this
A lot of rappers say,
They sweet, but I think they misspoke
They don't want this smoke, this city a fishbowl
How long can I swim for and stare out the window
Long enough so they can feed me lies until my mind control
Oh no, slow your rope, hold your horse as a hearse of cars
I can't stand the change, the different models, no
I can't stand the rain, that's what I'm drownin' for
Toxic stains all up on my kaleidoscope
Drop like Geronimo, drop like Geronimo
I can't stand the change, the different models, no
I can't stand the rain, that's what I'm drownin' for
Toxic stains all up on my kaleidoscope
Drop like Geronimo, drop like Geronimo
Drop like Geronimo, drop
I spit it with my eyes closed
Niggas throw lies to the cosmos
And rise up to osmosis
This is not Moses, it's more like
Noms with the pie roast
They mastered the Dutch crutch
Niggas still feel the rust trust
All this tap water vapor, all the labor I put up clutch
Microphone touch souls, wrote it on the bus
Seventeen, one, two, three, four

The lust tucking screams under dream dust
I had the sparkling iris
Stars in the violets, headlining violence
Marginalizing it, archiving it
Nothing but the south side inside of it
Ay, bust the free, bust the free
Ay, bust the free, bust the free
Thank God for rap, ain't no such thing
It's rap die, act hard, niggas act odd
But they real fraud, what's the point
What's the point, I point my finger to the sun
But I can't stand the change, cause I'm done
But I can't stand the change, cause I'm done
Many havin' low life, uh
Tryna kick back to an all nighter
Uh, no tomorrow
Proceed with caution
Count out my problems, to reap what I harvest
Lost in my options, to bleed in the market
I've done all the toxins
But leave it, it's normal
I'm okay, I promise
I step out the portal with drugs in my arms
Reach God, much as they call me
Been doin' it all week
Somewhere off the deep end
You can follow if you want to
But I'll be here all weekend
And I'll be here all weekend
Flowin' right beside you
And somewhere off the deep end
You can follow if you want to
And I'll be here all weekend
And I'll be here all weekend

Flowin' right beside you
I can't stand the change
The different models, no
I can't stand the rain
That's what I'm tryin' to fold
Toxic stains all up on my kaleidoscope
Drop like Geronimo, drop like Geronimo
I can't stand the change
The different models, no
I can't stand the change
The different models, no
I can't stand the change
The different models, no
Drop like Geronimo
Drop like Geronimo