Hell Orbs - ​Future pound lyrics

Yeah, that's the style now
Is continental drift into the side of a
Tree with continental drift
Into the next era with continental drift

Down at the ranch show with
GB yelling "Taste my shoe"
Gilded agitation from the sunlight
Rolling out to grant you a brand new height
With my motto written up on your mom's mantle
Wooden blocks telling me to chill out, never!

Tellin' me to calm down? You calm down!
Tellin' me to take it down a notch?
You take it down a notch!
I will never calm down
I will never chill out ancient metal crown
Gilded cognitive caviar
With 1900 eggs telling you to kiss my big ass

I got the Bourbon out, boys, what's up?
You can call me orb man, call me mystery dad
Who left this can on the bench? My bad
I'm 'gnacced out with the dreaded Conrad

Show me a big stick, I'll show you two
United States of Shenzhen and Chengdu
I'm out in China now, tearing up the factory
Asking bureaucrats "can you talk to me?"
I got the terra zone limelight diuretic
Key when the time's right
Tell me when the bell is wide open
Any moment

A Too soon layin' down rules for jokin'
It's no joke it's the cognitive toke
Happy birthday
You're 157 today and the secret is
No age is a good age
158 and the flesh decays