Let The Boy Live - Mouthe

I’ma go van Gogh or Boris Yeltsin

Like a not-stoned Willie Nelson

I’m melanoma, so you might wanna phone ya

A body donor to clone ya after I’m— ya

Sick enough to run from federalis

So I’m sick enough to choke slam Gandhi

Runnin' up on me, I’m a tsunami

You a spit drip on a zombie

Check the damn things, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Opposite of superhero (Yeah, yeah)

Carl Sagan I admire (Yeah, yeah)

I’m just tryin' to keep it Nero (Ooh, yeah)

Spittin' fuel on the fire, fire

Out in Rio de Janeiro (Yeah, yeah)

With two producers that I hired (Yeah, yeah)

I’m just tryin' to keep it Nero (Ooh, yeah)

Spittin' fuel on the fire, fire

I’m goin' way off the grid

Y’all have a problem?

(Uh)

Let the boy live

Let— Let the boy live (Oh, sh—)

Let the boy live

Let— Let the boy live

You ain’t Batman, motherfucker (Fucker)

You ain’t Corleone, Mr. Tucker (It's over)

Like Heath Ledger’s last role he acted

I’m smilin' back when the hate bird’s flipped at me

Pythons with Nikons invade

As I scan for my damage sprayed

Mistake me for someone who’s sane

I’m an extraterrestrial, man

I ain’t signing shit, fuck you

Whip cream off the nozz'

High dive in a pool full of Bosch

Left palm on my shnob

Right hand, third finger to the dawn, huh

Whip cream off the nozz'

High dive in a pool full of Bosch

Left palm on my shnob

Right hand, third finger to the dawn, huh