[Verse]
Felt like Dravidians in Ranch [?]
Back at the Ranch and was kicking it
Felt explicit, Wicked
In territory becoming linguistic
Swords was already made liquid
We were predisposed to understanding the freedom pose
After salutating the sun, hello
I be the surgeon amputating your fun, oh no
In my litter, I was the runt
I had to earn this base in my brace
Ancient as the illusion of choice
Take a beat and recline
Before leaping through the back of my mind
Like a volcanic pit
Seen anxiety dеvour n****s who couldn’t manage it
I’m talking real shrinkers
Fat ladiеs ain’t the only singers who solicit endings
[?]
Storm clouds hover
The proud other
Performing rituals of gratitude
The abstract [?]
Instructions are [?] in space and time too

[Outro]
It's the ruby yacht
For yesterday's brand new shooby wop
Yeah, that's the ruby yacht
With that old fashioned shooby doo-wop