[Intro - Spoken, Dry] "Turn that knob to eleven, man. Is Max Mode even plugged in?" "Doesn't matter. It FEELS faster." [Beat In] [Verse 1] Bare-chested in the heat, his skin glistening with sweat Nate rides a pink pony, the finest sight you've met Glitter on his shoulders, shimmering like glass He commands the pavement with an overflow of class His pants bulge just enough to draw your eyes in You cannot resist the legend pulsing underneath his skin Tickle tickle tickle my pickle Ridin' that pink pony into the church Pickle pickle pickle my lick... el 808 cathedral reverbin' my... urge [Verse 2] He steps into the boutique with a custom order plan: "Can I also have a full set, forged for a single man?" Chadamantium crafted, five pieces in a row From the bunny at the start to the black diamond show [Break - Cathedral Space] Forgive me Father, for I have synth Bless this heavy bass and let me in Holy water splashed upon the mixing desk Saxophone so dirty that it needs to confess [Dirty Sax Response] [Chorus - Talkbox Responses] Max Mode Max Mode Reality max DAW that shit to the MAX Max Mode Max Mode Max chode Lick chode Tickle my sax [Sax Break] [Verse 3 - Deadpan] Trickle trickle trickle, I'm letting out my schlick-ee Hiding that macaroni up inside my skirt Trickle trickle tricklin' ish... out Masturbating's legal in an outhouse, sir [Groove Strips Back] Twist another knob, pretend you hear the change Nod your head and tell me that the stereo got strange Push the button harder, watch the waveform stay the same If nobody can hear it, Max Mode gets the blame [Talkbox] MAX MODE. [Verse 4] Nate adjusts his saddle, chuckles at the board Pushes phantom DSP the studio adored Chadamantium shines under overhead beams Nothing changed at all, but the mix sounds supreme [Hard Stop] Tackle my sax till it gags! [Extended Dirty Sax Solo] [Breakdown - Gritty Male Vocal, Talkbox Responses] Watchin' your head bob [Talkbox] MAX MODE. Your body rockin', I'm amazed [Talkbox] MAX MODE. This is the best job you've ever blown [Chorus] Max Mode Max Mode Reality max DAW that shit to the MAX Max Mode Max Mode Max chode Lick chode Tickle my sax [Extended Sax Jam] [Outro - Spoken, Dry] "Did Max Mode actually process anything?" ... "Nah." "But the sax sounded incredible." [Talkbox - Distant] MAX MODE. [End]
