The Crop - MonoNeon, Wax

My brain is in a blender with some frozen acai

Hit the button blade, spin at high velocity

gotta read the glossary

Step inside the library of the non-scholarly, uh

No shirt, sittin' in my desk chair

Looked down and I saw my first grey chest hair

Pluck it, clock turns back one second

Time is the owner of the number one weapon

Starin' at the second hand, fist balled up

Wanna have a vacation, call the Griswolds up

Streetcar named Desire, I’m a racer for hire

The track’s a glacier made of fire and it’s down to the freakin' wir

You’re bitin' off more than you can chew

In fact, a stick of gum was lik the size of four of you

Wow, countdown, pretty soon occurs the ultimate

It’s kickin' in, you’re witnessing the universe’s alternate

When exactly does the worm head become the worm tail?

Wormhole in the blowhole of a sperm whale

Go through the portal and you’re no longer a mortal

Monophonic man becomes chordal

Perform a muhfuckin' synchronized dance

To celebrate the chance that we’re given to enhance

We gotta be more appreciative of all the plants

We gotta be more appreciative of all the plants

If you wanna reach the top

You can’t disrespect the crop, yeah, yeah

Each and every time we drop

It’s that shit you gotta cop, yeah, yeah