Me and Herbs make beats both funky and slow
Uncomfortably cold like twenty below
Check my old flows out, yes, they're chunky, I know
I got a song called that from somethin' somethin' ago
I keep my spirits high and the fuckery low
The lap I run around you is a lap of luxury although
To the sizzler buffet I used to hungrily go
With some tupperware in tow, very hushedly though
You don't want me to grow, either do I, I'm a Toys R Us
Old folks finish that jingle, sing it so boisterous
Oh, to be a kid again but then I'd be so wisdomless
There's always a catch, said the optimistic fisherman
My brother got a way of makin' bass sound nice
You would think we was linked with some type of device
Like the Chinese finger trap, I don't know why I just pictured that
Followed by the image of myself as an aristocrat
You can't tell me nothin', I'm akin to Little Nas X
My methodology's the opposite of science projects
Me and Herbs used to drop it on the Fostex