[Verse 1]
Conjugal visits; but promissory notes missin’
Missing the missives that once mastered the mission
We’re here libating, but promasturbating
We’re here lazy, but lying in our own lyrics
Missing the mastering that once came from mixing
Making monsters climb mountains
Missalettes--from ill conceived men
But to each his own… ehh
Frankly my dear, I don’t give a fuck
Give me souls, and take away the rest
Resting's for sleepers, reaping the bliss
In a conundrum, contra-posed
Just me, no conglomerate, and no hoes
Just a bottle a Dos Equis aqui
Just confined and conflicted
I’m incandescent
It's the middle of the summertime and I’m recording in my Grandmom’s garage
Baking like a chicken in 10,000 degree heat
Someone fridge me please, I’m lunch meat, Uh