I don’t know a thing about a thing, shit I don’t care
And I don’t speak what I don’t know so that’s a problem here
I just blackout and wake up with a download
Megabytes of heady hindsight in a clown nose
In a past life who knows
Could’ve been fat axel rose
Catching woes with Mr. Brownstone
It’s ’99 in the townhome
time travel is real
We unravel still now drown woes
K-holes dropping doses on our tongue for free
Selling weed and LSD to buy a drum machine
(Uh-oh) Have you ever seen the unseen
(Oh no) The kinda thing that makes you need to come clean
(Uh-oh) I don’t see a thing I don’t see a thing
Behind the scenes of the smoke-screen
(godspeed)
(Uh-oh) Have you ever seen the unseen
(Oh no) The kinda thing that makes you need to come clean
(Uh-oh) I don’t see a thing I don’t see a thing
Behind the scenes of the smokescreen
(million dollar bond)
It’s 02 magic city of steel
Got a view of Vulcan just over the hill
Know a homegirl hemmed up over some pills
Now she tryna cop weight but never told me the deal
Trust will get you killed when the rats go squeal
And pigs go oink and the brass so shrill
Taskforce shattered glass door for real
You know the drill, strike one in the field
(Uh-oh) Have you ever seen the unseen
(Oh no) The kinda thing that makes you need to come clean
(Uh-oh) I don’t see a thing I don’t see a thing
Behind the scenes of the smoke-screen
(godspeed)
(Uh-oh) Have you ever seen the unseen
(Oh no) The kinda thing that makes you need to come clean
(Uh-oh) I don’t see a thing I don’t see a thing
Behind the scenes of the smokescreen
(million dollar bond)
3-year mandatory minimum
Unless it be a young white first offense
Boot camp instead of 3
Fine with me if it weren’t for double jeopardy
And I’d be sentenced twice for the same crime excessively
Made it thru the trenches, home on a couple of years of paper
It’s all downhill from here as we near the crater
Girl left me then I lost my dog a week later
Got the call pops on hospice, mom needs a favor
Thoughts and prayers on the voicemail are customary
So are casseroles and a well-worded obituary
So is grief but the aftermath is just as scary
Bottom of the ocean for some years ‘till the ship is ready
(Uh-oh) Have you ever seen the unseen
(Oh no) The kinda thing that makes you need to come clean
(Uh-oh) I don’t see a thing I don’t see a thing
Behind the scenes of the smoke-screen
(godspeed)
(Uh-oh) Have you ever seen the unseen
(Oh no) The kinda thing that makes you need to come clean
(Uh-oh) I don’t see a thing I don’t see a thing
Behind the scenes of the smokescreen
(million dollar bond)
Dark arts whole lot of light where I come from
End of the tunnel tryna see a lil' sum sum
Grandfathered in yeah I come from the sun’s son
Trip around the source light-years from the unsung
Hella far away from where I started with the crumbs
Ain’t stopping 'till a spaceship is chartered with the funds
We don’t barter we just charge 'em then it’s done
Hand over fist ‘till the sergeant flick his tongue
Forty-eight an elbow, thirteen a cutie pie
All i see is diamonds up in Lucy’s sky
Cowboy on the sofa, bunch of SUV’s in the drive
Badges in my face see to it that my sin is tried
(Uh-oh) Have you ever seen the unseen
(Oh no) Pop’s ghost levitating in a dream
(Uh-oh) I don’t see a thing this is just a dream
Psilocybin cleaning off the screen
(Uh-oh) Have you ever seen the unseen
(oh no) The kinda thing that reveasl what it means
(Uh-oh) reoccurring theme, we just burning steam
Who pulls the strings?