I'm a cloud surfer, dream chaser, and a hard worker Sunrise filled with tequila, now we

Getting turnt up Weed up in the blunt, now the end is getting

Burnt up Got the toolie with me, plus I got a little

Surplus For the sus lurkers, trying to send the opps

To Irkus When I touch your chest, oh baby, I ain't

Trying to burp you A boss with it, clean your clock, punching

Into work you You're underneath the paramedic pad, and

Start to jerking They try to bring you back, but I don't think

It's even working Or even worth it if he's breathing, he's an

Evil person An evil version, seeping sick and in perversion