Kid Cudi Beez
It grows up above the booth
And conceils my three eighty,
Are you running for this money money
Hunting eggs like easter bunny.
Keep trying to be about me freak,
I will eat a zombie.
Calm and double while you jumping through these hurdles, silly rabbit.
The race is over, is won by the turtle,
Metal machinery, purple herbal mixed with that greenery.
I don’t like songs, grasshopper, I like scenaries,
Everything ain’t what it seems to be,
What it means to you don’t mean to me
Bzzzz, a sting from the killer bees.
