Cloud of Shame

Come along, children Now we're going to have a little music, like old times

Said I've been thinking about her That girl, I can never doubt her

And if so, I can't go without her Guess I'm stuck in the days like wowsers

So we search, I find no browser Mayday, look out, rerouter

Yes, I thrive, get away, profounder One day, my escape like flounder

I'm drowning underwater With the beat, I flow, we slaughter

I'm going with your daughter And I'll fuck her, never call her

Focus, I'm not the bother The loner, stoner, scholar

Keep floating, surfing, holler Money making, mission, commas

I ain't got no baby mamas I ain't with that shit, no drama

Spit fire, no hot lava Reptilian, iguana