Creme's Interlude

I don't know if it's in the record store yet

But I wanna pick it up, so, what's up?

It don't feel right (it don't, it don't)

It don't feel right (oh-oh-oh)

It's all in the stars

By ways of Mars

With my dark (oh, oh)

With my dark (oh, oh)

Always standin' on

Or bettin' on my fault

Monetary Gods

Never shoot your guards

Power

You do anything for power

Our presence with the Lords

Infiltrate our Gods

We blame it what we are

This is ours

No don't you cry, no more

Had to be made 'cause the pain

Oh, whoa, oh-oh

Try to stay sane (oh, oh, oh, oh)

Man, aye man, I'm tryna go to this record shop, man, call this niggas

I know these niggas there, we gotta call 'em right now, call 'em

Aight, aight, we'll call 'em right now

Ah, where these niggas at though?

Come on, Pink Siifu, Fly Anakin, I know you're there

You're not doin' anythin', it's a record shop

You're fuckin' sittin' there collecting dust

Ain't nobody there, ain't nobody fuckin' there

These niggas too cool, and bye