Zombie

They call me a hobo

It's not a frown, it's a crown, I'm a mogul

Nah, I ain't got a logo

The world's white and colder than fro-yo

Daddy was off the boat, yo

Now we're back on the boat, bro

Row, row, row, row

They're hoping we float though

Wanna see me lost like Toto

And now there is no place like home, bro

Next stop's Toronto, or the ropes

So pack up quick, but Pakis ain't gonna quit

So Rizzy, so lost and so bold

From South by Northwest

Not Austin, but stone cold

But yo, did you see the results of the vote though?

So where are we gonna go, bro?

(They're coming for you, coming for you)

(They're coming for you, coming for you)

(They're coming for you, coming for you)

(They're coming for you)

Heemy Hindu

I will bend you

Like the guts in the backwood

Like he was wearing a white hood

I'm always wearing a black hood

And I kick it in a white hood

And I kick it in a black hood

Talk shit I was slapped, dude

Your mandem random, like they all on Xan

Yeah, they look like zombies

Like the world finna end

Yo, the world finna end

Yes, boss, my friend

If you black or brown

Babylon coming for your head

(They're coming for you, coming for you)

(They're coming for you, coming for you)

(They're coming for you, coming for you)

(They're coming for you)

Where we gonna go, bro?

(They're coming for you, coming for you)

(They're coming for you, coming for you)

(They're coming for you, coming for you)

(They're coming for you)