Wax - Wax warms up the microphone in his studio lyrics

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 spirit's 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