(You ever look into the mirror and you don't recognize what you see?

It's not you, it's not me, it's not anybody

Recognize it's time, 'cause it's)

First verse and my face is turning Maud

Third-person: I'm the Candace in the squad

'cause I'm floatin' low over-the-shoulder, a ghost

Fear of the mirror, and the me and what I see in him the most: Jupiter Montage

Star-struck bomb squad seein' conceit Star-light my Fifis -- they're all flawed

Face now all Maud, these sediments are reticent, they're not sod

Enfetterments not betterments - they got laws

Seein' city scenes in sequence on the eyes

Sober guy or Cobra Kai? Which type of dissapated? I hate it when the

Facial features won't make the sequence complete

Bein' dead or lonely

Hikiko-memento-mori, I mean

My mean mien is a mean mien, a mean mug

Or I seen somethin': a genius, when the Sunset sees a Sun-burst til the sun hurts in a sudden curse to need Reimbursement -- a mean hug is a debug from the indoors. I've been lost

At least I can see

Who this guy is

The one I'll be

When I float back in

When it comes back, got summoning sickness

Like livin' actual life was a kind of addiction

A business of willed-this-won't-this, until I

Eyes wide, realize I've got a present witness

It's a Party of One with advice in lump sum

From a third-party I can allegedly trust

Me. Another me yote Occam's Razer in the lavatory, it karmic 'cause that ish is comin' back to me

Honest man. Hype-man nitpicker, Hegel's delight

Some advice in the night"Buddy-boy, your ear might hear what you like

Got that style, got that might

Got that guile, got that fight

Got that one-two-3, step-by-step advantage

Got that PhD: Permanent Head Damage"

Got critiques, my own Gourmand, Zesty

Worker bee cookin' up the goofy way like Huggbee

I realize I'm me, makin' songs in two days for the Twthree

(That's Twthreelvthree with the threes

The Tw3. The Twthree!

Hey, you asked for it, you asked for this!

Okay, I'm back. I'm me. Goodbye)