Bumping Kaytranada straight out of the studi monos
Smooth erotic, Frank Sinatra baby do me proper
I´m only human, this lonely music is food for thought, I

Got a lot of cravings, punani nana, punani nana
Punani nana again I guess I got goonie wants, I
Guess that means they´ll never die so whatever, like que sera, I
Also plan to live forever etch my name engraved in time, by
Virtue of this music shit, just press record I´ll make it pop off
You lames are not hot, swallow a lot of that filler trash it´s
Like a never ending ego feeding frenzy filthy habit
Built to last and get my name a spot atop that Milly map it´s
Hard when you´re surrounded by a bunch of fuckin trendy halfwits
You silly rabbit, chasin lettuce, such a vacant fetish

80 breaths away from death let´s make a bet- won´t pay for heaven
That man made thing that made man? What a strange investment
We wage the present, wasting seconds on a paper presence