im by the organic spinach sudden manic finish

panic in the lineage my human forms diminished

ribbons made of light wrap my biceps and my triceps

prismatic alignment divine steps in my sky steps

check the price tags theyre floating like a flight path

aisle six is melting do the cosmic sprite math

cereal boxes screaming look at her shes beaming

the manager is fuming while my aura starts streaming

sparkles on the cheddar making everything feel better

unfolding like a sweater im the trend and the setter

spilling out the glitter im the ultimate soul knitter

turn a bitter quitter to a stellar spirit blitter

magic in the market girl im hitting every target

shiny satin armor yeah im blowing up the carpet

supermarket starlet turning carbon into scarlet

spinning in the light leaving every shadow jarred yet

glitter in the frozen peas floating with emotional ease

cart wheels spinning like a galaxy of mini leaves

turning all the rotisserie chickens into deities

im the frickin catalyst a shopping list protagonist

banging on the glass like a frantic psych antagonist

spandex and the sequins shifting through the secret seas

breaking all the cadences with magical delinquency

cucumbers are glowing yeah the chloroplasts are showing

in the produce section where the astral wind is blowing

i dont need a coupon for the power ive been brewing

leave the shoppers stooping while my spirits busy recouping

ascending through the vents while the overheads are drooping

ascending past the soda pop im never gonna go and stop

a bubblegum explosion at the tippy of the grocery top

floral patterns blooming on the labels of the soup cans

higher than the rafters dodging all the group plans

scepter in my right hand lighting up the night land

wand is made of baguette baker in a tight band

flour in the air like a nebula of stardust

in the cosmic oven where the ego starts to hard crust

no more plain civilian im a one in a quintillion

painting every ceiling in a shimmering vermillion

checkout lane is open to the portals of the potion

floating through the ocean of a hyper color motion

manager is shook check the manual and the book

im the finest dish that the universe ever cooked

leveling the playing field im rocking with a praying shield

bitch im in my final form see the way the ray is wielded

scanning out my soul at the self checkout line

total is infinity

everything is fine