[Verse – Deconstructed Beat] I, I say, [granularly stretched, like broken radio static] [Glitchy arps glitch in and out, reversed metallic hits, random percussive blips] [Kick comes in irregularly — not on the 1, teasing anticipation] [Intro] I mean what can I say? Life's good, They still wanna hate, Might just get away, Hop on a plane and head out to L.A, [Verse – Deconstructed Beat] I say, [Voice splits into left/right channels, time-stretched differently] I say, [Sudden silence cuts between each word, bass growl sneaks in] To all my naysayers and all my haters, We just went platinum, We'll see you later, 'Cause it's just a number, A sign of the times, And I hate to burst your bubble, But we're doin' just fine, [Voice splits into left/right channels, time-stretched differently] I feel like I might, I feel like I might, [Sub drops randomly, like earth shaking] Go ghost, I feel like I might, [Sub drops randomly, like earth shaking] Go ghost, Go ghost, Go ghost, [Voice splits into left/right channels, time-stretched differently] I feel like I might, I feel like I might, [Sub drops randomly, like earth shaking] Go ghost, [Voice splits into left/right channels, time-stretched differently] I feel like I might, [Sub drops randomly, like earth shaking] Go ghost, [Pre-Chorus] If you know, You know, If you know, You know, [Vocal glitches into Morse code rhythm] [Voice splits into left/right channels, time-stretched differently] I–, I say, [Bridge] Hop in, Let's go for a ride, In a drop top, The seat reclined, If you ain't ridin', You get left behind, Life's good, We're havin' a time of our, [Kick comes in irregularly — not on the 1, teasing anticipation] lives, [Verse – Deconstructed Beat] Time of our lives, [Verse – Deconstructed Beat] Time of our lives, Go ghost, Go ghost, [Breakdown – Dreamlike Surrealism] [Beat stops, airy pads with distorted children’s toy sounds and reversed piano notes] [Verse 2] If you were lookin' for me, Well, You just found me, Sorry for the wait, Been in and out of county, I was sittin' down in a cell by the bay, No one could bail me out, 'Cause I was out of state, (Out state) [granularly stretched, like broken radio static] I say, [Glitchy arps glitch in and out, reversed metallic hits, random percussive blips] [Kick comes in irregularly — not on the 1, teasing anticipation] [Intro] I mean what can I say? Life's good, They still wanna hate, Might just get away, Hop on a plane and head out to L.A, [Verse – Deconstructed Beat] I say, [Bridge] Come on baby, Hop in, Let's go for a ride, (A ride) In a drop top, The seat reclined, If you ain't ridin', You get left behind, Life's good, We're havin' a time of our─ , Come on baby, Hop in, Let's go for a ride, (A ride) We ain't turning back now, [Voice splits into left/right channels, time-stretched differently] I feel like I might, I feel like I might, [Verse – Deconstructed Beat] I say, Hop on a plane and head out to L.A , [Shouted, then pitched down into demonic bass hit] [Verse – Deconstructed Beat] I say, Hop on a plane and head out to L.A , [Shouted, then pitched down into demonic bass hit] [Verse – Deconstructed Beat] I say, [End]
