Adult Swim

[Intro: Christopher Sabat]

TUAMIE has developed a new hyperbolic time chamber

Here on Namek, we'll be focusing on the mental

Training starts now, begin

[Verse 1: Jon Bellion]

Ooh, I've just been fanning myself, I'm a such a fan of myself

There's levels to the cool like a fan on a shelf

When you blow, they try to gas you like fans at the Shell station

God hands me a full plate, but I handle it well

If they don't feel your thoughts, start dreamin' in braille

They'll try to sell you short 'cause their dreams are for sale

They'll say "Get off your podium, life isn't Nickelodeon"

"Orange you so dumb?" Kenan and Kel, wow

The government leaves an animal trail

So I switch to swiss chard, carrots, and kale

So I'll remember my kid's name, dementia is a sick game

I'm silencin' the lamb, call me Hannibal Failed, yeah

Financial plans should be handled in stealth

I fight to lead a private life for my family's health

Got some dinner with art collectors, they started drinkin' Prosecco

When they slipped about their level of family wealth

Bunch of actresses downplay how my records are felt

It's not a mystery to decode a fan in yourself

"This man's on fire," I can't pretend I'm not talented

For me to fake humble's a corny way to be arrogant

Drug dealers still on the corner of Madison

Except they push Pradas and Red Bottoms to Madisons

Red bottoms for baboons and radishes

I went to Mozambique and saw a real kind of happiness

So I don't feel guilty when Nike sends me some packages

We still end up in boxes even though we chase packagin', mmm

[Verse 2: Jon Bellion & Christopher Sabat]

Mmm, take this, take this, TUAMIE supply the facelift, uh

Take this, take this, TUAMIE supply the facelift

I can't fall off, I got a great grip

Go and find some talent, have a great trip, uh

This Bellion guy's power level is amazing

Uh, take this, take this, TUAMIE supply the face lift, mmm

Prepare to fight

My stance here as a band leader is Pangaea

My heart frío, I'm cold, heater than Cambria

I rock steady, my Johnson's Dwayne-heavy

We just erase heroes, I'll Stan Lee ya, Remini, he the king of Queens

My bars breathe Lebron's Kia, I carry greatness

Statements on spaceship, Haitians get LASIK

Meaning you dread what comes from my third eye

Blind to the fake shit (Wow)

My tone is gettin' aggressive

I just create for the truly gifted of adolescence

My essence becomes the mystery

I instantly become a Pistol Pete in a sport full of Walt Fraziers

My Kelsey Grammer is somethin' like Thor with a hammer (Special)

Like Alfred Hitchcock with a camera (Beam)

Just Blaze and Killa Cam with a sample

Both hands on the candle, can't handle it (Cannon!)

My channel too hot to cancel, my baby's drivin', I'm Ansel

I'm passenger writin' stanzas, I'm holdin' these verses ransom

I'm Hansel Zoolander handsome

TUAMIE supply the face lift

[Sample: The Anointed Pace Sisters]

Oh, I have a purpose (I have a purpose)

Oh yeah (I have—)

[Verse 3: Jon Bellion & Christopher Sabat]

It's all because of (Jesus)

Well done, welcome to Glory Sound Prep

I'm lovin' it all, here with my brother-in-law

Greece is a beautiful place, food is incredible, awe

We just been playin' some games, everyone's pickin' a straw

Who gets the longest has gotta go tell the butler to call

Uh, haha, for more alcohol

Wait, we told the locals that we'd go and play basketball

But they don't want the business

Plus, I drank from the flask we bought, now everything is spinnin'

Then we laugh it off

Ooh, it's Whoopi Goldberg the way that my sisters act up, uh

They had some champagne, now everybody's laughing

Movies 'bout paradise, and my family got the casting

If you dove into the tears of my eyes, you'd hear this instrumental

Jesus was instrumental in blessing my mental

Every time I drove a car, coulda twisted the metal

Yeah, all the things on my wish list, God has given in triplets, uh

I'm on an island where opiates go to rich kids

And then they pass away, that's called death over the privilege

Yeah, I never wanna be famous, stop callin' me underrated

I'm still pushin' the same whip I was drivin' in Sachem, uh

Peace in my life, it's awesome, As-salamu alaykum

I'm makin' certain decisions, I'm flyin' under the radar

I really love my life and this music thing is a great job

Yeah, pick up the phone and someone tells me, "Mr. Bellion, sir

Beyoncé on the line, she tryna reach you on your cellular"

She wanted "Fall In Line," but we gave it to Aguilera, uh

I hope it's the right decision, Bey wanted it for the twins she signed

I hope I didn't burn that bridge, I worry all the time

I'm just tryna show these kids about this light of mine

I always flex, but I realize that it's divine appointment

I'm a cross between hard work and Jesus-anointed

A hopeless sinner that needed grace is the final notion

For the rest of my life, you'll see me on the L-I-double R

With a Heineken in my bag, on my way to the Garden

Tryin' to kill your nephews like I been fuckin' with Scar

Me lyin' down on the job is Nala option at all, uh

On my way to the Garden, uh, uh

On my way to the, uh, uh, uh, uh

On my way to the Gar—