BradleyJ - Cryptide Lyrics

Cruisin' on 75
NOBO outta Naples
She feeding me papaya and slices of ripe sumo
I'm a man darin' to be stacked as a Dekapon
Who am I though?
Bro with the man bun embracing the pain of bein' a babe in Babylon
This is no joke
Her nervous system firing on all pistons, yeah
No wonder she bitchin', this is witching hour woman
Relax, watch the sunset, stock the green flash
Drop your woes, we're flush with green paper stacks
Anything goes
Pick a spot on the map, prospect habitats dripping mangoes and cempedak woah
Why you still hangin' on?
Why haven't you caught on?
That nobody, nobody can love you like I can
Nobody, nobody loves you like this man
My mentality definitely comes with plenty of perks
I'm not dogmatic, check my past, fact check it
Respect that life's lessons show how we're indebted, yeah
Close your eyes, fold your hands, make sense, ask 'Who am I?' no agenda
I'm the unshakable anchorman, San Diego to Washington era mi camina
Why you still hangin' on?
Why haven't you caught on?
That nobody, nobody can love you like I can
Nobody, nobody loves you like this man
Es hora de cambiar la idioma
Dale todo, este mundo vino de la nada
Disfruta el momento, so I say, sayonara to the drama
Gonna bang my drum like I wanna
Yeah, this beat my easel
I'm boss as Bob Ross with my broad brush strokes, yeah
Happy mistakes I gladly make
You see haphazard splatters of tropes and paint, nah
To me, a Mandelbrot snowflake
Fractal patterns only a fellow mad hatter could properly orchestrate
My haberdasher has fabric they don't even fabricate
Have habits same as saints out of Mandalay
Heavyweight faith, hatch out of the Fabergé
Yeah, I'm Jesus the snake, paving the way back to the garden gates, that's my Apple Pay
Why you still hangin' on?
Drop your woes
Why haven't you caught on?
Anything goes
Nobody, check my past fact check it
Nobody loves you like I can
Sayonara to the drama
Nobody loves you like this man
I'm boss as Bob Ross with my broad brush strokes
Nobody loves you like this man
Oh no
Oh yeah