Wonderful Thoughts (feat. L.E Cairo)

(I go, I go)

I go by names, so bold from the start

(Legendary)

I do not follow the herd

I would say no to the Ark

(No sir)

It's a lot, being in touch

With all these Wonderful Thoughts

(Yes sir)

I keto, I carry ego

Skippin' right to my part

I'm tryin' to balance it out

But it's coded like Bushido

I watched 'em tumble over

While I came upon the needle

Not a kind you sink into

To me and you, it's very evil

But a lot of people talk they say

"The mind is a placebo"

I assassinate them funny lookin' dudes from out the bedo

(Facts)

I cut myself a cloths and then

I tore 'em with torpedos

(Facts)

My family even struggled with a

Kid who went through chemo

(Yes sir)

I never be the one to

"Glad it wasn't me though,"

My enemies were right

Amigos turn to enemigos

In mirror, I'm regal

I need a goddess like Kaelego

As a leader of that fellowship with a sword

I feel like Viggo

I been killin' every feature since

I dropped the Valentino

I'll take water over ships

I'm over waters like a seagull

My albatross said

"Cai, these older rappers gettin' feeble"

Oh they are, they are

They said, "We livin' at large"

I'm launchin' bodies into frigates like

I drove from the Mal

Roadrunners, they off the cliffs

The kins they're drivin' 'em off

Five wits, my mind's rich

I won't remind 'em the cost

I'm supreme with God's gift

I'm on my Diana Ross

I'm poppin' vows, coin flips

And send a portal, Protoss

It's Cai

(Ay)

Wonderful Thoughts, locked in a box

Bang the set loud, speakers that knock

Bring the set down, packing a punch

(Okay, Okay, Okay)

Best rapper with no chain, I blow brains

Or blow dope smack sax like I'm Coltrane

Feel like Courtney to my Cobain

Bleached the bedsheets of my own bloodstains

The wedding was shotgun

Act like I'm off one

Told you I'm not dumb

I backpacked verses cause the album was not done

Fat cats swervin' when I pass 'em in mach one

But I ain't got Jet Lag

Reminds me of yo face when I show off the price tag

No blanks to the face like banks with a dye pack

If you lucky you'll die last, Mind blast

Jim Neutron off a Grey Poupon

Still taking vouchers like a Groupon

Speaking Klingon, at the function

Fucked up, but still function

That's some fuckshit

Fuck the production

All my homies still stuntin'

(Like it's nothing cause it's nothing bitch)

Drive thru, still got that McMuffin

(Like it's nothing cause it's nothing bitch)

Fuck the truce and fuck yo troop

And fuck all y'all frontin'

(Like it's nothing cause it's nothing bitch)