Running from my angels like I'm Shinji and it don't stop
You're gonna need more wine and weed to get me in the robot
Let's skip the skirmish
Fast forward to the scene we cooking rappers in a furnace
Bustello in the thermos
Walk a warming planet hale and hearty with no purpose
A hundred thousand verses
Scrawled on padded walls the motive still is undetermined
Under water falls he read a sutra, tame a serpent
The fame was never certain, watch the climate close the curtains
Missive to the air from the surface
Ghost in the shells, apparitions in the circuits
Cantankerous at the disco
Calmly smoke kush by the window
Keep it simple for your kinfolk
Anyway the wind blow
Wolfie keep a cringe flow
In a robot
In a robot
In a robot
Get in the f*cking robot