Pardon me...

Intro

Uh

(Yeah)

They waiting for the legend

I'm the dictionary's engine

(Tunechi)

Verse 1

Pardon the persona but the lexicon is lunacy

Losing every ceiling while I'm moving with impunity

Flow is like a fountain but the pressure's architectural

Verbal math is mental and the flavor is eclectic though

See the gold is gleaming while I'm gleaming on the greenery

Painting every city till I change up all the scenery

Rappers talking numbers but their data's all diminutive

I am more than finite bitch I'm staying as infinitive

Look at how I loop it while I'm leaping over legacies

Mixing up the toxins while I'm fixing up the remedies

Heavy is the throne and my jewelry's phenomenal

Swallowed all the competition yeah I'm getting abdominal

Fucking with the vision get you vision in the gutter kid

Numb as any molar when the anesthetic's smothered

Verse 3

Young Money treasury the vessel is a vessel of

Precious gold accessories and methods I am special of

Rifle with the vocabulary loading up the cartridge

Ripping through the diaphragm and tearing up the cartilage

Biological machine I’m a product of the gutter way

Taking all the oxygen and blowing all the bluff away

Pocketing the profit while I’m moving like a mannequin

Pouncing on the panic till I’m bigger than a king again

Synthesizing secrets in a basement out in Burgundy

Treating every second like a medical emergency

Hook

I’m falling through the velvet of the night

You can see the diamond when it catches in the light

Everything is numb when we’re dancing in the haze

Spending all this money just to get me through the days

Fuck that shit I don't

Verse 4

Check

Style so atrocious it’ll burn a hole through binary

Living in the rafters like a monster in the winery

Addicted to the adrenaline the chemical is calling me

Screaming at the ceiling while the walls are all appallingly

Coated in the copper and the residue of reckoning

Step into the portal and the shadow starts a-beckoning

Toothless but I’m ruthless and the roof is disappearing now

Talk until my throat is raw but nobody is hearing how

I swallowed a volcano just to mitigate the winter chill

Sliding through the alley with a violet kind of tinted pill

My skeleton is buzzing like a hornet in a Mason jar

Crashing through the cosmos like a drunken little racing star

Mouth full of pennies and the pennies turn to platinum

Catapult the caliber and see the way I’m flattening 'em

Ripping off the label just to see what kind of rot is there

Check the reservation but you know my name is not in there

Check

The flow is panoramic and the panicking is rhythmic

Counting up the carnage till the logic is logarithmic

Pants hitting the floor because the wallet is a boulder now

Looking for a halo but the devil’s on my shoulder now

Check

Hook

I’m falling through the velvet of the night

You can see the diamond when it catches in the light

Everything is numb when we’re dancing in the haze

Spending all this money just to get me through the days

Fuck that shit I don't feel a thing

Walking through the fire just to feel the sting

Everything is hollow in the city of the ghosts

Doing what I want when I’m doing it the most

(Doing it the most)

Post-Chorus

Uh uh uh

Yeah yeah yeah

Numb

Checking out

Yeah

Detroit to NOLA

Young Money

Hybrid

Check

Verse 5

(Haaa)

Hold up let me grab a lung

Paranoia on my tongue

(Haaa)

Twitchy in the cornea the corridor is narrowing

Everything I’m swallowing is hollow and it’s harrowing

Synthesizer sizzling I’m whistling at poltergeists

Colder than the shoulder of a polar bear on over-ice

Check the thermostat I’m seeing demons in the vent again

Searching for a sedative to settle every sediment

(Wait wait)

Mind is like a minefield I’m hopping on a pogo stick

Looking for a logic but the nausea is total sick

Bouncing off the plaster and I’m faster than a hurricane

Sucking on a battery to cauterize the purple brain

Focus on the flicker till the flickering is flickering

Everybody talking but it’s auditory bickering

(Haaa)

Chest is doing backflips

Sprinting through the graphics

Lost inside a labyrinth of plastic and the traffic hits

Panic in the pantry and the pantry’s full of ammunition

Vision getting grainy like a forty-year-old television

Eating every color till I’m blooming like a nebula

Pulse is getting messy and the rhythm is irregular

(Haaa)

Somebody just lock the door

I can’t see the ceiling or the ceiling or the kitchen floor

Everything is vibrating I’m orbiting a satellite

Gnashing on a pebble just to verify the battle sight

Detroit city monster with a doctor in the suitcase

Moving like a phantom with a jagged kind of blue face

Check

(Haaa)

The

(X O)

(Legendary)

Repeat Hook

I’m falling through the velvet of the night

You can see the diamond

Beat Switch

Bridge

Ooh

I put the ghost in the machine

Inhaling smoke from a magazine

(Deeply)

Verse 8

Murderous medicine mixed in a chalice of mercury

Mental machinery moving with rhythmic emergency

Bizzy the spirit is floating and hopping and skipping a beat

Rapidly rapping and trapping the heat while I’m hitting the street

I’m a lyrical miracle mystical monster from 7-0-7

Sending the rhythm to Hell while I’m taking the bass up to Heaven

Triple the 6 and I’m hitting the bricks with the speed of a cyclone

Grip on the chrome and I’m clicking the phone till the signal is all gone

Screwed in the skull and the lull of the drug is a heavy-weight

Tugging the gate and I’m jumping the freight to a steady state

Multiply meanings and cleaning the demons with venom and violent vibes

Living for nothing but survival and checking the tribal scribes

Blinking I’m sinking and thinking the ceiling is breathing and leaking

The walls are all peaking the hinges are squeaking the secret is seeking

Hypnotized by the distortion the portion is strictly for savages

Mending the breakage and managing all of the mentalized damages

I am a shadow a pharaoh a phantom inside of a fever dream

Popping the seals and I’m feeling the pressure of every scheme

Drop

(Seven-O-Seven)

(Chopped and Screwed)

(X O)

(Slow it down)

Verse 9

I keep the frequency deep in the basement of broken desires

Stoking the embers and watching the feathers all catch in the fires

Sinister syllabus silky and sleek with a predatory tone

Locked in a tower of ivory biting on porcelain bone

Everything slows to a crawl and the crawl is a beautiful misery

Drowning the memory deep in the lake of the digital mystery

The velvet is rotting and spotting the floor with a violet residue

Paying the piper the portion of poison that's long and it’s over-due

Darkness is sexy it’s messy it’s flexy it’s wrapping around ya

House of Balloons is the tomb where the silence eventually found ya

Screwed like a DJ who’s dreaming of chemicals and gasoline

Living a life like a ghost in the glitch of a broken machine

I’m perfectly timed with the grime and the rhythm is mathematically

Solving the sorrow by breaking the borrow so systematically

Swallow the smoke till the oxygen is just a memory now

Nobody told you the exit is locked and I don’t even know how

Trippy and thick is the atmosphere clinging to skin like a wet-suit

Everything’s quiet except for the sound of a distant and lead-flute

Outro

(Bizzy)

Keep it twisted

(Chopped and screwed)

The walls are closing in

It’s dark in here

But it’s beautiful

(Initiation complete)

Stay in the haze

Don't wake up

(House of Balloons)

Bridge 2

Yeah

Super

I'm seeing ghosts in the fountain

I’m climbing a chemical mountain

(Higher)

Puto on the lens for the vertigo

Watching the mercury overflow

Everything slow

(Everything slow)

Verse 10

Codeine kisses on a cinematic century

Verse 12

Wait hold up

Wait hold up

Spine like a spring and I’m letting the rhythm just coil and snap

Mapping the galaxy while I am taking a chemical nap

Indigo images itching the inside of every vein

Driving the Bentley through portals of purely professional pain

(Future)

Pockets are pregnant with plastic and I am the father of four

I leave the phantom of every feeling outside of the door

Draped in the drip of a designer dinosaur digging for gold

Stories are ancient but every diamond is shiny and cold

Flowing like lava in winter I’m feeling the temperature drop

Blowing the lid off the logic and watching the sanity

(X O)

(Legendary)

Repeat Hook

I’m falling through the velvet of the night

(Freebandz)

You can see the diamond when it catches in the light

Everything is numb when we’re dancing in the haze

Verse 13

The astrology is actually an agony of alchemy

Balancing a galaxy of fallacy on a balcony

Check the biological erratic automated apparatus

Status is a strata where the data meets the flautist

Pockets of percussion in a vacuum of the vanity

Stitching up the sutures of a futuristic sanity

Syllable of cinnamon I’m swimming in the synonym

Every little energy is orbiting the minimim

Academical medicinal indigenous and lyrical

Clinical umbilical a mystical and spiritual

Look at the umbilical the biblical is miracle

Pyramid is peripheral the sphere is asymmetrical

Synchronized in mercury a surgery of sonic sound

Hurry up and bury every berry in the hallowed ground

(Woo)

Verse 15

Look

I’m a lyrical veterinarian buried in every barbarian

Carrying burial territory for every contrarian

BRUISER

I’m bruising the cuticles of these pharmaceutical musical eunuchs

In pursuit of the acoustics and the truth is the fluids are ruins

Got a biological chronological pathological logical hollow-tip

Follow the fellowship while I am swallowing every fellowship

Obscene with the venom a specimen stepping in leather in denim

I’m wrecking the skeleton and then I’m wetting the sediment in ‘em

The vocabulary is very scary and buried in dairy

The legendary predatory culinary arbitrary adversary

Flow is like an acrobat accurate after a cognac and cannabis

Scannin’ the syllabus while I’m abandonin’ all of the emphasis

Wait

Huffing the sulfur I’m vulgar a vulture that’s eating the culture

The motor is smoking a rotor and soaking the holster in kosher

Ripping the rhythmic arithmetic making it mimicking a mystic

I’m pessimistic but realistic and listed as artistic and ballistic

Fuck a friendship I’m a frenzy with a fish-eye on the friction

The diction is a formal contradiction to the whole addiction

BREATHE

I’m the monster in the closet with a deposit of prophet and vomit

Crashing the market and making a target of every flaming comet