Ruffling feathers tonight
One duffel bag empty as a fight
Between the undercards
I’m in the truck eating wonderbars
Windows tinted from the inside out
Hope we don’t stand out from the other cars
But everybody’s got business to mind, move on down the line
It’s a dine and dash world don’t you find
The sick man mutilates and gets met with eyes blind
And Robert Jones does time
I’m not gonna resign
It’s mine for the taking, staking out
Mace in hand I’m here to win man, pony-trekking like Finland
Fork in the road less travelled
Tin man courage to 11, and I work hard
Report card: 7 seas like Sinbad
That won’t touch us, the ink’s no duchess
As much as we scrutinize luscious luxury
Cosmetics, blush I foresee 5 g’s in my clutches, so fuck it

Inside out foundation
Won’t take much for this to fall apart
Inside out foundation
Won’t take much

Back out, and book it to the tune of 65 in a 50 zone
Slow enough to trick a drone, swiftly roam through residential homes
Like the ice cream man, an ice cream van that's
High on change and low on cones
Fun time having, front seat navigator satnavving
Pinpoint mapping, location is everything, Tom Glavine
No stress no sweat nobody to catch us out
We’re not there yet, but I can see it now
Chicken chow mein sizzling, Champagne drizzling
Shit’s finna pop off, got soda pop fizzling, and we don’t stop chiseling
Sports bra dangling, soft spot tickling
Goosebumps tingling
Guzzling, guzzling, dizzying, dizzying
3 am sleeptalking to an officer
It was not me, go away, please, I freeze
Cause these suitcases of cheese
Can’t be explained or retained, so down the drain, though I do it in vain
I’m sane, I’m sane, I’m innocent
And this evidence is just incidental
I’ll show strange mercy, like St. Vincent
And dance myself clean like James Murphy
And pay dividends, any denomination, what you want?
Tontons you can live in, ten tents yeah I’m pitching them

Inside out foundation
Won’t take much for this to fall apart
Inside out foundation
Won’t take much