This my flow — see na, see nil, hila, pila — fuacation.

How you make this “M I” so in sync with universal bendin’?

Spittin’ style like graffiti, I’m a special ed — no horsin’.

Must be goin’ through hell... oh, I’m the touch — keep runnin’.

Walkin’ on money, barefoot — see my bun, yen.

Bank sayin’ I’m Goku — 100x gravity trainin’ the pounds I put in.

Verse 1

Knockin’ at the door of the game like hurry, they comin’!

They open it up — it’s the same ones that was chasin’ me runnin’.

Give me the spotlight — I’ll blow it out — candles.

Birthday again — I’ll be reborn if I want to, no handles.

Presents? This my presence — what you mean rappin’?

The gift in the box? Nah — my gift’s out of it, snappin’.

My angle — I mean angel — at your demon demandin’.

Captain of the hooks — kettle hot — I’m Peter Pan landin’.

To make new life? Egor. Name’s Euro.

Whatever — let’s go — I’m breakin’ the frame, think I’m famous.

(Repeat)

This my flow — see na, see nil, hila, pila — fuacation.

How you make this “M I” so in sync with universal bendin’?

Spittin’ style like graffiti, I’m a special ed — no horsin’.

Must be goin’ through hell... oh, I’m the touch — keep runnin’.

Hook

🎂 Give me the spotlight, I’ll blow it out — candles.

It’s my birthday again — I’ll be reborn if I want to.

🎁 Presents? This my presence. You still guessin’?

The gift in the box? Nah — the gift is the question.

Verse 2

What would Jesus do? Love me too — unjudged.

What good is a rapper that can’t get caught in the brush?

Talent hit like rulers from teachers in Parliament.

O.C.D. album problems — track list dominant.

Oh see — they ain’t listenin’. I got genius radius learnin’.

But I’d flop if I ain't like my own improvements.

What you do? Who knew? What do you know how to do?

That’s dismissive — I’m serious — tryna MP3 this truth.

They demonical, sexist — try breedin’ hate, no love left.

And that’s naked truth for my fruit juice sippers —

I need top like the Ringling Brothers —

This planet been followin’ — how?

Put me on camera, watch the fear go now.

Got your words in my head — three days early.

Too many coincidences — karma swirling.

Bridge

Call it past life, call it supernatural first life.

I’m high — talkin’ while I’m hearin’ what’s right.

Here on out — garbage in, Oscar out.

This the future — impolite, but appeasin’.

Pilot swag — jump off the deep end.

(Repeat)

This my flow — see na, see nil, hila, pila — fuacation.

How you make this “M I” so in sync with universal bendin’?

Spittin’ style like graffiti, I’m a special ed — no horsin’.

Must be goin’ through hell... oh, I’m the touch — keep runnin’.

Verse 3

V for Vendetta — tell me the hour.

You rainmaker — I wanna shower.

Trading places got you sour.

You so independent — oxygen ain't part of your power.

I go too far, but you let me leap.

Sketchy — edgy — don't call, I won't beep.

Got a better story? Rewrite it, I’m writin’.

Where’s your P.O.V.? I could design it.

They're minerals — I’m the whole fruit.

Fuacation of a style — this truth.

Verse 4

She like me — wonderin’ why her girl huggin’ me.

Labeled a player — fables, titles, jealousy.

Try explainin’ love — she wants perfection.

But she checkin’ for effect — now it’s rejection.

Replacers — all shorty types from before.

Passengers — my drive better — come seek more.

I don’t know what I did today —

But an album done every week? Okay.

(Hook Repeat)

🎂 Give me the spotlight, I’ll blow it out — candles.

It’s my birthday again — I’ll be reborn if I want to.

🎁 Presents? This my presence. You still guessin’?

The gift in the box? Nah — the gift is the question.

Outro

Make me a star — judged by fire? Inspire.

My keyboard need a new door — this is lovely.

Ice scream — why stay with Mister Softy?

Was genius ‘til they ain’t wanna follow —

Like raisin’ babies solo.

Think you sane? Never been crazy?

My hands — Allstate — full coverage, maybe.

Church voice muted — guess I need forgiveness lately.

Suspended my license — artistic, no fee to reinstate me.

Bizzie Syf, Fys, or R.C.? She could be my souly-lify.

Nightly just righty — goes double for lefties.

Peep my oodles and noodles — full kit and cubutil.

Missed one? Viewer’s ruler — I’m one Bugler.

Real time check-in — this ain’t spoiler —

This a trailer of a future, growing bolder.

Genre ends on losers, not choosers.

Dacart, you Kant — Highlander niche —

I don’t know the cause but I’m raised by the glitch.

Free will won’t save — that’s the drill.

I came through — now you tell me how you deal.

You think — therefore, I’m real.