Muskrat

[Intro]
Nuke Radio
Dabaholics
Don't worry about what the fuck he be doin', it's DJ Smokey (A-ah)

[Verse: Marlon DuBois & Joeyy]
I just cleaned the ice, it was dusty (Ah)
I've seen so much shit, it's disgusting (Ah)
I cannot explain what the c-cup did (Cup, c—)
But I don't feel the same (Cu—C-C—)

Mix the cream with the paint (Cream)
Fuck around and— looks like a mini-me is hanging on my chain
I'm not nodding off, the world is tilted underneath me
It's crazy in my messages what they say to appease me (Nuke)

This is real life, this is not theatre
Four different theories in one two liter (One)
Can't get in without me, I'm the shed key keeper
I do not know how to make the dirt cleaner

I know of a pill that will enhance the mud
I own a pair of shades they'd hold me ransom for
I haven't paid my dues, yet I fancy more
I think you were cooler when you were a fan of me (Nuke)

I can feel the texture of the fabric in front of me (Ah)
Everyday it's a new discovery (Ah)
Nod philosophy
Shed prophecy
In the spliff is an autobiography (DJ Smokey)

What's that?
E-E-Earftones hat it look like a muskrat
W-W-Walk into Lanvin, the scarf's a must have
I heard the Tuss' colored mustard but the Thorn colored— (Damn, son)

I just got the pack wrapped in plastic
I just back tracked in past tense
It's tragic
I lost a— (Phew) in the labyrinth