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[Intro: Christopher Sabat]TUAMIE has developed a new hyperbolic time chamberHere on Namek, we'll be focusing on the mentalTraining starts now, begin
[Verse 1: Jon Bellion]Ooh, I've just been fanning myself, I'm a such a fan of myselfThere's levels to the cool like a fan on a shelfWhen you blow, they try to gas you like fans at the Shell stationGod hands me a full plate, but I handle it wellIf they don't feel your thoughts, start dreaming in brailleThey'll try to sell you short 'cause their dreams are for saleThey'll say "Get off your podium, life isn't Nickelodeon""Orange you so dumb?" Kenan and Kel, wowThe government leaves an animal trailSo I switch to swiss chard, carrots, and kaleSo I'll remember my kid's name, dementia is a sick gameI'm silencing the lamb, call me Hannibal Failed, yeahFinancial plans should be handled in stealthI fight to lead a private life for my family's healthGot some dinner with art collectors, they started drinkin' ProseccoWhen they slipped about their level of family wealthBunch of actresses downplay how my records have feltIt's not a mystery to decode a fan in yourself"This man's on fire," I can't pretend I'm not talentedFor me to fake humble's a corny way to be arrogantDrug dealers still on the corner of MadisonExcept they push Pradas and Red Bottoms to MadisonsRed bottoms for baboons and radishesI went to Mozambique and saw a real kind of happinessSo I don't feel guilty when Nike sends me some packagesWe still end up in boxes even though we chase packagin', mm
[Verse 2: Jon Bellion & Christopher Sabat]Take this, take this, TUAMIE supply the face lift, uhTake this, take this, TUAMIE supply the face liftI can't fall off, I got a great gripGo and find some talent, have a great trip, uhThis Bellion guy's power level is amazingUh, take this, take this, TUAMIE supply the face lift, mmPrepare to fightMy stance here as a band leader is PangaeaMy heart frío, I'm cold, heater than CambriaI rock steady, my Johnson's Dwayne-heavyWe just erase heroes, I'll Stan Lee ya, Remini, he the king of QueensMy bars breathe Lebron's Kia, I carry greatnessStatements on spaceship, Haitians get LASIKMeaning you dread what comes from my third eyeBlind to the fake shit (Wow)My tone is gettin' aggressiveI just create for the truly gifted of adolescenceMy essence becomes the mysteryI instantly become a Pistol Pete in a sport full of Walt FraziersMy Kelsey Grammer is something like Thor with a hammerSpecial-Like Alfred Hitchcock with a cameraBeam-Just Blaze and Killa Cam with a sampleBoth hands on the candle can't handle itCannon!My channel too hot to cancel, my baby's drivin'I'm AnselI'm passenger writin' stanzas, I'm holdin' these verses ransomI'm Hansel Zoolander handsomeTUAMIE supply the face lift
[Verse 3: Jon Bellion & Christopher Sabat]It's all because of (Jesus)Well done, welcome to Glory Sound PrepI'm lovin' it all, here with my brother-in-lawGreece is a beautiful place, food is incredible, aweWe just been playin' some games, everyone's pickin' a strawWho gets the longest has gotta go tell the butler to callFor more alcoholWait, we'd told the locals that we'd go and play basketballBut they don't want the businessPlus, I drank from the flask we bought, now everything is spinnin'Then we laugh it offOoh, it's Whoopi Goldberg the way that my sisters act up, uhThey had some champagne, now everybody's laughingMovies 'bout paradise, and my family got the castingIf you dove into the tears of my eyes, you'd hear this instrumentalJesus was instrumental in blessing my mentalEvery time I drove a car, could've twisted the metalYeah, all the things on my wish list, God has given in tripletsI'm on an island where opiates go to rich kidsAnd then they pass away, that's called death over the privilegedYeah, I never wanna be famous, stop calling me underratedI'm still pushin' the same whip I was drivin' in Sachem, uhPeace in my life, I'm on some As-salamu alaykumI'm makin' certain decisions, I'm flyin' under the radarI really love my life and this music thing is a great jobYeah, pick up the phone and someone tells me, "Mr. Bellion, sirBeyoncé on the line, she tryna reach you on your cellular"She wanted "Fall In Line," but we gave it to Aguilera, uhhI hope it's the right decision, Bey wanted it for the twins she signedI hope I didn't burn that bridge, I worry all the timeI'm just tryna show these kids about this slight of mineI always flex, but I realize that it's divine appointmentI'm a cross between hard work and Jesus-anointedI hope the sinner that needed grace is the final notionFor the rest of my life, you'll see me on the L-I-double RWith a Heineken in my bag, on my way to the GardenTryin' to kill your nephews like I been fuckin' with ScarMe lyin' down on the job is Nala option at all, uhOn my way to the Garden, uh, uhOn my way to the, uh, uh, uh, uh, uhOn my way to the Gar-
[Verse 1: Jon Bellion]Ooh, I've just been fanning myself, I'm a such a fan of myselfThere's levels to the cool like a fan on a shelfWhen you blow, they try to gas you like fans at the Shell stationGod hands me a full plate, but I handle it wellIf they don't feel your thoughts, start dreaming in brailleThey'll try to sell you short 'cause their dreams are for saleThey'll say "Get off your podium, life isn't Nickelodeon""Orange you so dumb?" Kenan and Kel, wowThe government leaves an animal trailSo I switch to swiss chard, carrots, and kaleSo I'll remember my kid's name, dementia is a sick gameI'm silencing the lamb, call me Hannibal Failed, yeahFinancial plans should be handled in stealthI fight to lead a private life for my family's healthGot some dinner with art collectors, they started drinkin' ProseccoWhen they slipped about their level of family wealthBunch of actresses downplay how my records have feltIt's not a mystery to decode a fan in yourself"This man's on fire," I can't pretend I'm not talentedFor me to fake humble's a corny way to be arrogantDrug dealers still on the corner of MadisonExcept they push Pradas and Red Bottoms to MadisonsRed bottoms for baboons and radishesI went to Mozambique and saw a real kind of happinessSo I don't feel guilty when Nike sends me some packagesWe still end up in boxes even though we chase packagin', mm
[Verse 2: Jon Bellion & Christopher Sabat]Take this, take this, TUAMIE supply the face lift, uhTake this, take this, TUAMIE supply the face liftI can't fall off, I got a great gripGo and find some talent, have a great trip, uhThis Bellion guy's power level is amazingUh, take this, take this, TUAMIE supply the face lift, mmPrepare to fightMy stance here as a band leader is PangaeaMy heart frío, I'm cold, heater than CambriaI rock steady, my Johnson's Dwayne-heavyWe just erase heroes, I'll Stan Lee ya, Remini, he the king of QueensMy bars breathe Lebron's Kia, I carry greatnessStatements on spaceship, Haitians get LASIKMeaning you dread what comes from my third eyeBlind to the fake shit (Wow)My tone is gettin' aggressiveI just create for the truly gifted of adolescenceMy essence becomes the mysteryI instantly become a Pistol Pete in a sport full of Walt FraziersMy Kelsey Grammer is something like Thor with a hammerSpecial-Like Alfred Hitchcock with a cameraBeam-Just Blaze and Killa Cam with a sampleBoth hands on the candle can't handle itCannon!My channel too hot to cancel, my baby's drivin'I'm AnselI'm passenger writin' stanzas, I'm holdin' these verses ransomI'm Hansel Zoolander handsomeTUAMIE supply the face lift
[Verse 3: Jon Bellion & Christopher Sabat]It's all because of (Jesus)Well done, welcome to Glory Sound PrepI'm lovin' it all, here with my brother-in-lawGreece is a beautiful place, food is incredible, aweWe just been playin' some games, everyone's pickin' a strawWho gets the longest has gotta go tell the butler to callFor more alcoholWait, we'd told the locals that we'd go and play basketballBut they don't want the businessPlus, I drank from the flask we bought, now everything is spinnin'Then we laugh it offOoh, it's Whoopi Goldberg the way that my sisters act up, uhThey had some champagne, now everybody's laughingMovies 'bout paradise, and my family got the castingIf you dove into the tears of my eyes, you'd hear this instrumentalJesus was instrumental in blessing my mentalEvery time I drove a car, could've twisted the metalYeah, all the things on my wish list, God has given in tripletsI'm on an island where opiates go to rich kidsAnd then they pass away, that's called death over the privilegedYeah, I never wanna be famous, stop calling me underratedI'm still pushin' the same whip I was drivin' in Sachem, uhPeace in my life, I'm on some As-salamu alaykumI'm makin' certain decisions, I'm flyin' under the radarI really love my life and this music thing is a great jobYeah, pick up the phone and someone tells me, "Mr. Bellion, sirBeyoncé on the line, she tryna reach you on your cellular"She wanted "Fall In Line," but we gave it to Aguilera, uhhI hope it's the right decision, Bey wanted it for the twins she signedI hope I didn't burn that bridge, I worry all the timeI'm just tryna show these kids about this slight of mineI always flex, but I realize that it's divine appointmentI'm a cross between hard work and Jesus-anointedI hope the sinner that needed grace is the final notionFor the rest of my life, you'll see me on the L-I-double RWith a Heineken in my bag, on my way to the GardenTryin' to kill your nephews like I been fuckin' with ScarMe lyin' down on the job is Nala option at all, uhOn my way to the Garden, uh, uhOn my way to the, uh, uh, uh, uh, uhOn my way to the Gar-
