Wu Dirt

So many questions I hear but there's no solution

In these yellow valleys running from Medusa

Watch out for them sirens, they'll try to seduce ya

I'm 'bout to get big rich like Mansa Musa

It's a certain code we don't like intruders

Some type of way, we got in a hyper-looper

I portal drifted all the way to the future

I feel like we in a high-speed computer

Unlock myself inside my crazy dreams

Now I'm roaming all through these metallic streams

Propaganda, yeah, that's the new dopamine

Damn, I think I like postmodernity

See through the smoke, the high and lows

So tell me, tell me how far you wanna go?

Put your mother-fucking hands up right now

That's all I remember

Put your mother-fucking hands up right now

That's all I remember

The boulders are rolling on the ground

Shit

Put your mother-fucking hands up right now

That's all I remember

I rather find meaning in the concrete

I can see the wind blowing going out east

What you gonna say, yeah, when you gonna speak?

Take you to the chilly winds and give you energy

I don't really care to much about confetti

'Cause after this, they probably gonna try to get me

I watch it fall, watch it crumble from an alley

And I'm just tip toeing through the yellow valleys

See through the smoke, the high and lows

So tell me, tell me how far you wanna go?

Put your mother-fucking hands up right now

That's all I remember

Put your mother-fucking hands up right now

That's all I remember

The boulders are rolling on the ground

Shit

Put your mother-fucking hands up right now

That's all I remember

I used to think the world was gonna fucking end

In the Czech Republic talking to the friends

Brainstorming shit about the internet

Everybody still wondering what's next

Will I ever get it? Man, this shit is complex

That's why I rather live in the vortex

No Scantron, ****, yeah, life a test

A test we'll pass, better get a grip

Yeah, I used to be lost in the meadows

Now I'm vibing and I'm chilling with the echoes

Don't you listen to 'em baby, yeah, your soul gold

They gon' tell you anything 'cause this world cold

Outdated, outdated, yeah, we all know

We take it with a grain of salt but results show

That this shit is fucked up, it could all blow

Stranded on a burning rock, how far you wanna go?