| Okay, shout out to my nig' Robin Williams | 
| Out there mobbin', I wish I was robbin' with ya' | 
| Kama-kama-kamkazi copy up your picture with me | 
| I know I know y’all can’t stop me, keep a copy copy nigga | 
| Sitting at the kitchen table cutting copies for a living | 
| Don’t get caught meditating when they coming up the building | 
| Kundalini lovin' chopping up the ceiling | 
| Promised I won’t go there but what a wonderful feeling | 
| My comfort zone surrounded by lions, bound with temptation | 
| While I’m sitting idle, I rule all you idols and blunts and then face ‘em | 
| Pussy hanging out the edge of my face | 
| Off the ledge, legs swangin', drug induced serenades | 
| She probably drown off her own freaky thoughts in one day | 
| If I ain’t call out her name, girl ain’t you due for a race? | 
| I took a bite out her forbidden juicy juicy, knowledge drippin' down her petals | 
| Threw my head back cause I’m due for some rain | 
| So delightful, so delightful | 
| I can see the whole world with my eyes closed | 
| So delightful, so delightful | 
| I can see the whole world with my eyes closed | 
| So delightful, so delightful | 
| I can see the whole world with my eyes closed | 
| So delightful, so delightful | 
| I can see the whole world with my eyes closed | 
| Pull a trigger, kill a nigga, he a hero | 
| 'Pac told me that when I was 7 years old | 
| And I ain’t like you rappers tryna be the sequel | 
| I’m tryna put a child of mine in God’s vagina | 
| Honestly I’m like the urban dalai lama floatin' through the city | 
| With a zipper some exotic, yeah I’m privy to the prophecy | 
| I chuckle in my stomach, I’mma make you niggas vomit | 
| I’mma make the whole planet reconsider where the sun is | 
| J.I.D. | 
| in the back if you wonder where the blunt is | 
| Squids on attack, they just wrap you up for nothing | 
| Appetite on a hunnid' and I’m feeding off my hunger | 
| Don’t you ever call me conscious, bitch I’m always in pyjamas | 
| I despise when a nigga show himself to be a coward | 
| I be fried, but I never be the one to be devoured | 
| Shorty sweared to god she loved me, til I toss her ass a towel | 
| Like the ubers outside, wash your face before you bounce bitch | 
| So delightful, so delightful | 
| I can see the whole world with my eyes closed | 
| So delightful, so delightful | 
| I can see the whole world with my eyes closed | 
| So delightful, so delightful | 
| I can see the whole world with my eyes closed | 
| So delightful, so delightful | 
| I can see the whole world with my eyes closed | 
| Somebody out there creeping | 
| Whoa whoa, whoa whoa | 
| Somebody out there lurking | 
| Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa | 
| Somebody out there creeping | 
| Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa | 
| Somebody out there lurking | 
| Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa | 
| I’m tryna keep my freedom | 
| Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa | 
| Somebody out there lurking | 
| Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa | 
| Somebody out there creepin | 
| Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa | 
| Y’all looking way too nervous | 
| Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa | 
| I’m tryna keep my freedom | 
| Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa | 
| Somebody out there lurking | 
| Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa | 
| Somebody out there creeping | 
| Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa | 
| Y’all looking way too nervous | 
| Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa | 
| I’m tryna keep my freedom |