MOM'S GARAGE

Please, silence your fucking phones AND your mouths Ladies, jelly beans, snakes, scallywags alike It's CB and the YUNGFIENDZ! Elijah you always throw down C'mon, you gotta lounge with me out in my mom's garage Mum is the word on our mirage Surrounding town a dumpster fire dumb fucking facade It'll suck you free of life 'til you realize you're stuck down ground level at your job But you're the boss, you're the cost You got the Prophet, oughta be the business Yeah, you're their loss when their up and coming competition is us misfits (Woah) You don't wanna miss this Come give the island a visit "The Isle of Trial and Error" When this child gets there, I declare mischief I'm dodging the shipwreck Squad overboard and your bitch wet Modest before but I think that's that 'cuz all of you haven't heard shit yet Ima shape up this soundscape abstract Claim what is mine, rhyming matter of fact CB Shoot, all RAT A TAT TAT Going out like Gatsby Ink spill like 10 fat guys' tat sleeves I got ideas, man I'm the ideas man I got a - I got an idea Ooo yeah I got ideas, man I'm the ideas man And I play with the concept Raise stakes and the bar every time I make content Take it too far, need a whole lotta context Bond villain, talking too much I'm calling his bluff Penicillin, I'm killing these germs I mean Colin got words and thesauruses Gold on lock hotter than that one bear's porridge is I got a permanent pen to the paper, I'm pouring my soul in these choruses Touring my notes like I'm reading a stranger's C'mon, you gotta lounge with me out in my mom's garage Mum is the word on our mirage Surrounding town a dumpster fire dumb fucking facade It'll suck you free of life 'til you realize you're stuck down ground level at your job Come up with me, have your idea Do the blueprints, man Build bands IKEA Directing your makeshift symphony Keep on calling how you see 'em Colin keep on through the colosseum Hollar at your hero He brawled out of squalor Stood tall while not tolerated Uncalled for valor, will not honor hatred Blue collared dog lockjawed on corporate cat callers Drag off their slimy sorry paws cross the pavement Step to me you won't make it Need a whole escalator to my basement I could well best your strongest sensation A song or less, I got 'em in the matrix 3 prong, CB got that charge They got the wrong batteries up at the mart Where the kid cuts meat and twined his heart And was reminded why this world needs fine tuned art My favorite part I got ideas, man I'm the ideas man I got a - I got an idea Ooo yeah I got ideas, man I'm the ideas man And I got that light bulb from my noggin I'm plugged in and pogging I'm drugged up and thug life-ing Piping and popping That Mary, she sing songs me through all their wronging She help me write down these things I'm not recalling Man, Colin's product is always in stock, you must H.O.D.L. I got on lock with the vision in total I jump ship, hop cargo on pogo stick Dodo, I toy with extinction Flip birds, quick extensions Pick poison relentless Not drinking with tension Pink Floyd on the AUX, did I mention - Apple turned me down a Notch Ironic inventing I'm back on my bullshit I air it out, venting We'll always have Paris And care filled endeavors When I am Clark Kenting You live in my head rent free next to me in our one bed apartment We're just getting started You give me ideas We're the - we're the We're the ideas, man (Ayyy) CB, Elijah, you catch the vibe like Yeah, yeah CD on fire, city get turnt to the burning Yeah, you should try it out I'm sitting pretty on pretty much everything You should try it out, yeah You can reverse your whip But I hit that verse and ride it out, yeah Bling! Sitting just right on my finger I never really fit in Laughing fit over something I keep to myself 'cuz they wouldn't get it No We will never find enough on this giant ball flying through space Why waste a millisecond comparable to millenniums scared of the unknown For it all is Let's get out of mom's garage, it's a little fucking musty in here