Yo Vintage tube amp as a melody for high fidelity Crunchy like celery, I write your elegy And there I still embellish these fucking dirt walkers With the aura of a humble rhyme-sayer and bubble wrap layer Slay a Double Dash player, sayonara, say your prayers Now you caught it like the vapors, it's the order in the chaos See I sipped a lot of bottles, ripped it full throttle Yo, the G-R-E-E-N-T-I, drink the pet nat Step the fuck back I haul ass like bar staff, a tall sip of Pa's Schnapps in a flask Matter of fact, yo, a large batch in a vat I hit the road, Jack, you hit the tarmac ♪ Systematic exploitation of vocabulary storage Here to subsidize the market in supply change shortage For the handover meet me at the clearing in the forest ♪ Tough neck business Not the trigger finger but the mustache itches Crush mad, chicken wings for lunch, snap pictures Catching the vibes like Bobby Hutcherson I clutch the sun inside my hand, let there be light My squad deep like Barry White, uh-huh Oh, yeah ♪ Feels good, don't it? Champagne...