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Friends, I hope you
Find what you need to find so you can be the people you’re supposed to
And friieennnddsss, I hope that
You talk that shit you talk if it helps you deprogram
In the cloak of night, holy water, folding knife
Pants that unzip into shorts, plants you can smoke or apply
Rolling bullies in a ball, pull an ear, poke an eye
Focus any stooges out to multiply and cultify
Palmed coin hands, Aes can’t join hands
Quarter out a tourist ear, and steer 'em toward Toyland
"Bon voyage-y" in my best Bugs Bunny voice
You either skull and sword, or entirely null and void
Sonny boy, I’m the worst vibe y'all seen
Sewer caps pop off, birds sing the Jaws theme
Sinkholes open, people jumping out of offices
Some take hostages, others make offerings
Ketchup on his A shirt, nothing up his sleeve
Flying saucer in - what color you want it to be?
That’s that future primitive initiative
That VR simulation for some prehistoric guinea pig
Time traveling Da Vinci flying his first drone
Beethoven’s first Moog, Bell’s first burner phone
Or Aes with the same frames he wore in ‘84
Ancient crystal on his neck from an adjacent world
I’m so old I done come around the other side, young again
Hunger of another kind, plug him in
Son I get em ugly cryin’, I get ‘em calling home
I get ‘em kicking dirt, intrinsically it’s all I know
Friends, I hope you
Find what you need to find so you can be the people you’re supposed to
And friieennnddsss, I hope that
You talk that shit you talk if it helps you deprogram
I’m the fifth horseman, Tom any Jerry
I knows how to bottom out and where the bodies are buried
Where the friendly are goblins that gobble every copper penny you got
Then check your pockets when your pendulum stop
Then dig your plot up just to check 'em again
Then dig the plot up again, there’s metal fillings we can swap for the rent
I been anonymous so long I’m like a prop on a set
I might start knocking on my coffin door; I’m not even dead
Okay, stained glass windshield, block looking sanctified
Angel-white lights, pedestrians get evangelized
Vangelis on, out go the vandals
Long night of throwing drop shadows on Sanskrit
Scram, me and you and Shiva doing what Shiva do
We don’t need an escort to your squeamish leader, peekaboo
I don’t need a “yes you may”, already passed the best you got
I’m in your kitchen checking baby pictures with your friends and mom
First day of school, Pikachu for Halloween
Summer camp talent show, photo on Santa's knee
We yucked it up for like an hour over jasmine tea
She asked if I would spend Thanksgiving with the family
Same J-Fish ashtray I used to use in '06 fixed with Kintsugi glue
Still catching ash and occasional chewed Juicy Fruit
Learned everything I know from Scooby-Doo
Friends, I hope you
Find what you need to find so you can be the people you’re supposed to
And friieennnddsss, I hope that
You talk that shit you talk if it helps you deprogram