Lyrics Jon Bellion

Jon Bellion

Adult Swim

TUAMIE has developed a new hyperbolic time chamber

Here on Namek, we'll be focusing on the mental

Training starts now, begin

Ooh, I've just been fanning myself, I'm a such a fan of myself

There's levels to the cool like a fan on a shelf

When you blow, they try to gas you like fans at the Shell station

God hands me a full plate, but I handle it well

If they don't feel your thoughts, start dreaming in braille

They'll try to sell you short 'cause their dreams are for sale

They'll say "Get off your podium, life isn't Nickelodeon"

Aren't you so dumb? Kenan and Kel" Wow

The government leaves an animal trail

So I switch to swiss chard, carrots, and kale

So I'll remember my kid's name, dementia is a sick game

I'm silence in the lamb, call me Hannibal Failed, yeah

Financial plans should be handled in stealth

I fight to leave the private life for my family's health

Got some dinner with art collectors, they started drinkin' Prosecco

When they slipped about their level of family wealth

Bunch of actresses downplay how my records have felt

It's not a mystery to decode a fanning yourself

"This man's on fire," I can't pretend I'm not talented

For me to fake humble's a corny way to be arrogant

Drug dealers still on the corner of Madison

Except they push Pradas and Red Bottoms to Madisons

Red bottoms for baboons and radishes

I went to Mozambique and saw a real kind of happiness

So I don't feel guilty when Nike sends me some packages

We still end up in boxes even though we chase packaging

Take this, take this, TUAMIE supply the face lift

Take this, take this, TUAMIE supply the face lift

I can't fall off, I got a great grip

Go and find some talent, have a great trip

This Bellion guy's power level's amazing

Uh, take this, take this, TUAMIE supply the face lift

Prepare to fight

My stance here is a band leader is Pangaea

My heart free-er, I'm cold, heater than Cambria

I rock steady, my Johnson's Dwayne-heavy

We just erase heroes, I Stan Lee your remedy, he the

King of Queens, my balls breathe Lebron's Kia

I carry greatness, statements on spaceship, Haitians get lasik

Meaning you dread what comes from my third eye

Blind to the fake shit (Wow)

My tone is gettin' aggressive, I just create for the truly gifted of adolescense

My essence becomes the mystery

I instantly become a Pistol Pete in a sport full of Walt Fraziers

My Kelsey Grammer is something like Forward Ham

Like Alfred Hitchcock with a camera

Just blazin' Killer Cam

Family candle can't handle it

My channel too hot to cancel, my babies drivin' a Mansell

I'm passenger writin' stanzas, I'm holdin' these verses ransom

I'm Hansel Zoolander handsome

TUAMIE supply the face lift

It's all because of (Jesus)

Well done, welcome to Glory Sound Prep

I'm lovin' it all, here with my brother-in-law

Greece is a beautiful place, food is incredible, awe

We just been playin' some games, everyone's pickin' a straw

Who gets the longest has gotta go tell the butler to call

For more alcohol

Wait, we'd told the locals that we'd go and play basketball

But they don't want the business

Plus, I drank from the flask we bought, now everything is spinnin'

Now we laugh it off

Ooh, it's Whoopi Goldberg the way that my sisters act up

They had some champagne, now everybody's laughing

Movies 'bout paradise, and my family got the cast thing

If you dove into the tears of my eyes, you'd hear this instrumental

Jesus was instrumental in blessing my mental

Every time I drove a car, could've twisted the metal

Yeah, all the things on my wish list, God has given in triplets

I'm on an island where opiates go to rich kids

And then they pass away, that's called death over the privileged

Yeah, I never wanna be famous, stop calling me underrated

I'm still pushin' the same whip, I was drivin' in Sachem

Peace in my life, it's awesome, As-salamu alaykum

I'm makin' certain decisions, I'm flyin' under the radar

I really love my life and this music thing is a great job

Yeah, pick up the phone and someone tells me, "Mr. Bellion, sir

Beyoncé on the line, she tryna reach you on your cellular"

She wanted "Fall In Line," but we gave it to Aguilera, uhh

I hope it's the right decision, Bey wanted it for the twins she signed

I hope I didn't burn that bridge, I worry all the time

I'm just tryna show these kids about this slight of mine

I always flex, but I realize that it's divine appointment

I'm a cross between hard work and Jesus-annointed

I hope the ceiling that needed grace is the final notion

For the rest of my life, you'll see me on the L-I-double R

With a Heineken in my bag, on my way to the Gardens

Tryin' to kill your nephews like I been fuckin' with Star

Me lyin' down on the job is not an option at all

On my way to the Garden

On my way to the

On my way to the Gar-