yesterday i woke up sucking a lemon
the way i smoke weed is like death of a salesman
i'm willy loman, i got the briefcase
full of box tops and mail-in rebates
looks like freeman's back on the menu
y'all talk broadway, now the rent due
five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred
that's the number of dutches i've sundered
smoking jack lemmon pack in apartments
i ain't the target market for card tricks
nor board games, no time for milton
setting mouse traps for geronimo stiltons

bich i'm thom yorke, yeah i'm thom yorke, yeah yeah
bich i'm thom yorke, yeah i'm thom yorke, yeah yeah
bich i'm thom yorke, yeah i'm thom yorke, yeah yeah
play that pyramid song, uh

for a minute there, i lost myself
when you see me in the street, better cross yourself, uh
i got words like marcus got leeches
opera remix, triple six helix
put your boyfriend in the air chrysalis
then through glass like takeda, see ya later
all buzzed like cicadas, carve your head with cheese graters
got kids, heath slater
see, hater? it's possible, optimal
stop the shop talk, go smoke an optimo
guess this one's not optimistic
all these years and i'm still solipsistic

sleight of hand, jump off the end
understand the rap game is all pretend
and i'm just an actor, young form factor
at the factory where they make [REDACTED]
that was nothing, bad hand, you're bluffing
no magic dragons, just puffing
but i don't like the cut of your jib
so guess who's about to go down with the ship?