Man, I think I'm Eric Andre Man, I think I'm Louis C.K. Man, I think so therefore I am, man It's 8 a.m., man My mind is in Emporium, a cute naked house My brother one of the only ones I can confide in It ain't no water in the pool, go ahead and dive in I toot my horn, I blow my bugle, I recycle I say free beluga whales on YouTube, what do you do? Okay, the pussy like trouble cause I'm in it often A drug habit like Philip Hoffman would probably put me in a coffin But down the slope of my toboggan Three day delirium, getting weirder than Austin Now it's seven in the morning, this rapper life is so boring Still at it, a drug-absorbing endorphin addict, yeah The evil follow me, I got a devil magnet I know a bitch will let you *** her for Coachella passes Oh, so pompous, the ambiance You remind me of the lobby of the Mondrian I saw you meditating, get your Gandhi on If she got that stank puss, then I won't be long Never lose your mind cause insanity is brutal Life's just like college, all you have's your noodle Mirror, mirror on the wall, I'm staring at a dead man Me and Mike could go back like Bon-Bron's headband The white American, hiding from the Aryan New Tibetan master, Fendi hate it when you stare at him Jumping in Jacuzzi on, say I *** with you the long way I love you more than Kanye, love Kanye Slave to the W, I don't hang with losers I'm in the suburbs doing drive-bys on Ranger scooters It's my first try, swear I got a third eye It's work time, I sell the coke to students out in Irvine Coming off the high, listening to Jamiroquai Why we go through hell when we trying to get to paradise It's like we ain't scared of death, but we scared of life It's like we shooting for the stars, but we scared of heights I'm indoors, pair of gym shorts with the Sith Lord You might go bowling later, maybe play Kinect 4 Get high, *** it with the tech deck Calling local middle schools and sending some death threats L.O., when I tell you this, I mean this seriously from the bottom of my heart I need the briefcase in 15 minutes, or everybody's finished I love my powder white, prefer my bitches black I'm getting lit with Dash, you don't see us in the back No longer Little Mac, a briefcase with a million cash Oh yeah Let me off at the top Let me off at the top We can keep riding for now Let me off at the top The road keeps winding around Let me off at the top All my eyes are closed Let me off at the top And mother***ers, shut your mother***ing mouth Mother***ers