[Intro] Cropsolunee Corn, growing sideways in the moonlight, roots in the pavement, leaves in another timeline. Cropsolunee Corn, who planted this shit? Nobody knows, but everybody's eating. [Verse 1] Cornfield humming at a quarter past three, little yellow satellites staring at me, stalks bend low when the bassline comes, whole damn harvest got futuristic drums. Farmer said, “Son, that's not my crop.” I said, “Brother, that's where the frequencies stop.” Corn husk flicker, moonbeam grin, open up the silo, let the weirdness in. [Hook] Cropsolunee Corn! Grow it on the dark side, Cropsolunee Corn! Butter on the star tide, Cropsolunee Corn! Kernel got a cosmic form, pop that shit and watch it transform, Cropsolunee Corn! [Verse 2] One kernel bounced and it opened a door, landed on the floor, now there's twenty-four, each one whispering, “Follow the sound,” next thing I know there's a tractor underground. Dub in the barn and the chickens all sway, cow got a bass face, mooing in delay, moon turns orange, the scarecrow speaks, “Cropsolunee grows in seven dimensions a week.” [Bridge] Corn... Corn... Cropsolunee... Take one bite, lose your coordinates. Take two bites, forget your name. Take three bites, the corn remembers you. [Final Hook] Cropsolunee Corn! Harvest from the cosmic storm, Cropsolunee Corn! Nothing here is standard form, Cropsolunee Corn! Shake the husk and bend the norm, pop that shit until the whole night swarms, CROPSOLUNEE CORN! [Outro] Cropsolunee... Cropsolunee... Corn in the moon... Moon in the corn... ...and nobody's driving the tractor anymore.
