The Monk’s Ferrari

[Chorus]
Outside my body for three days
Was outside my body
We can change the program
We can burn the world down
We ain’t gotta hold hands, hold hands
Free man and it wasn’t cheap
Free man, free man, free man

[Verse 1]
The monk who sold his Ferrari
The one of one son, the Feng Shui of the father
Whole planet on the collarbone, honorable
Was off the edge when no one called, I felt so marginal
Get your butter ‘fore you get churned out and discarded
Dismembered, disregarded, disheartened
Put RATKING and BROCKHAMPTON both on “Big Pharma”
The artform’s evolver ‘till I’m frittata
Can’t spend before you get spent in every sense
What an arithmetic
There was no one like me when I dropped “Synonyms”
Blindfolded in oblivion
Still ain’t trippin, quit with all the bitching dog
When you have children it’s easy to tell who’s people
This Nostradamus sensitive, it’s easy to smell who’s evil
Thank God the karma is bilingual
Blood buys this lingo
Thugs crying for re-do’s, like please!

[Chorus]
Outside my body for three days
Was outside my body
We can change the program
We can burn the world down
We ain’t gotta hold hands, hold hands
Free man and it wasn’t cheap
Free man, free man, free man

[Verse 2]
The price of the world is honesty
1000 word prayer, this picture shows he’s responsive
Verses is vlog-esque
Kept it Vogue cover through the grotesque
Oh yes! We vent!
For all the steam built up being oppressed
We kept iron to put negative charges to ions
For the overdraft F E’s that felt like death, coat check!
75 percent of this event don’t deserve my presence
Y’all sneaking on the guest list
You don’t put respect on Remi’s future
The semi leaves you semi useful
Sonny when hungry can get very coo coo
Don’t make me manifest, times get crucial
Cash for EBT, government cheese, politics as usual
Unhinged, the right doors always open
One win made up for 100 losses
Front spin, if you gon’ fall then fall towards
The passion can make a latte out of coffee bean
God dressed like Yahweh for this Halloween
Only the chicken bring you joy huh, Jollibee
We were sliding AMEX’s through ass cracks like lunatics
Putting band aids over broken arms and bad habits
Tragedy tickles, alchemy giggles
Laugh factory Nasdaq, on madre’s, where the cash at?