Lyrics Poorly Made (Intro) - Joey Pecoraro , Pandaraps

Ahhh! Egh
Mmmm... kombucha for the power... kombucha power.
Eagh!
I'm, I'm, um... I'm, um... um, I'm, I'm, I'm
I'm High
I'm I'm I...
New thoughts on an odd day
My momma lost her job, yay! (Yay!)
My dad died
I lost sight, of all of my lost ways
I talk lots, not a lot to say
Im a cock block, I still got dames
Its pop off, like champagne tops
I know Don' Trump wake
I'm all game, and all strange
But making on yo mom's taint
Im cross fade, on one bitch
Come in free love, imma funk with
Imma pump fake and when they pump fear
And a young face from space time
On a TV screen with a face shades
And I ain't really close to this shade of mind
I'm major fine, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
Don't ask me if I'm otherwise
I'm funny shades of in-difference
Different schemes of colorblind
Im running time, like I fuck my clock
And Kama Sutra coming binds
Im the free world in Shekels grasp
I'm an asshole, I'm bad at math
But you can't see me like you cataracts
And I run the game like a track of laps
In Bolt shoes and I don't lose
'Cause you're bad at rap, can you fathom that
(You just don't know how wack you are)

You just don't know how wack you are
(You just don't know how wack you are)
But you still think that you're a star
(But you still think that you're a star)
You just don't know how wack you are
(You just don't know how wack you are)
But you still think that you're a star
(But you still think that you're a star)
Why you, why you, why you why you, why you always tryin
Why you, why you, why you why you, why you always tryin

(Fade out)