Sit at home and grow slime
Wash my hands just to **** time
When the space invaders come
Don’t think I’m out of line
I don’t answer my phone
I don’t have a spine

You don’t gotta tell me
It’s the same old rap
Go outside
I’d rather take a nap

Yeah yeah yeah
It’s the same old thing
Hang with them?
I’d rather do my own thing

I got a secret
Just ask
(I’m not crazy)
I (just) cast spells with seashells and spirits
(Don’t think I’m out of touch)
One day that **** will hit
And I won’t hear it

You don’t gotta tell me twice
I’ve heard it before
Read the signs
Leave packages at the door

Ok ok ok
I’ll see what I can do
But I’m not coming out
If I’m not in the mood