Widescreen

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]

Yesterday I had a talk with my reverend

About how I traded my soul to get a skeleton

Of Lucifer, so a nigga can mount it on his wall

Hella high, hella high so an angel can never fall

Smoking on the mystical chronic from a shaman

Disguised as Andre Young with razor blades under the tongue

Hopefully his speech impediments might call upon, petchulants

So he can rip the wings off of Cosmo, and Pegasus

Eating Flapjacks with a cannibal Captain K'nuckles

Kamakaze, jeepers creepers, read the power, ate his tonsils

Threw it up, gave it to an asthmatic

Swapping spit with crack addicts, Complex magazine and mathematics

Dilated with the ganja and peripherals

I look at things as cynical, I put the fun in funeral

A misty, mystic, mischievous one

Burning papers of the book, Fahrenheit 451

[Chorus]

Can you see what I see?

Look at life in 3D (Widescreen)

Can you see what I see?

Look at life in 3D (Widescreen)

Can you see what I see?

Look at life in 3D (Widescreen)

Can you see what I see?

Look at life in 3D (Widescreen)

[Verse 2]

Trying to achieve the same color as tile sky forest

I see everything like I'm Horus

So watch man, like I'm into Rorschach

STDs and bullets—that's what happens when them guns clap

Wickedly sticking these bitches, G', I'm Ice Cube Jackson

5 fingers of death, I'm packing

Something that will make you feel like a paraplegic

Paralyzed when folks no habla murder thesis

Told based God I'd give him a virgin sacrifice

And stepped into a Pantheon and said "Yo, which one you like?"

Step to Aphrodite with an amethyst rock

Crystal, get it dog? nah that's a Shih Tzu

If you don't really get the moral of the song

Basically, I see crazy shit, when I grip the bong

So maybe right now, you know what that means

My eyes are dilated, all three, in HD

[Outro leading into N64]